Watched Singin' in the Rain last night. It'd been a long time since I'd seen it and I found it far more enjoyable now--even though I'd loved it the first time. I remember that my favourite scene used to be the "Moses Supposes His Toeses are Roses" scene. Now I think I most like Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse's love dance with the big, billowing sheet. Debbie Reynolds had a good voice and I can see why Hunter S. Thompson would kneel before her alter. It's weird to think I saw her on The Daily Show recently.
Of course the "Singin' in the Rain" scene was really good, and somehow seemed more infectiously cheery after A Clockwork Orange, at least to me.
Speaking of which, I learned a few nights ago that my dad, a firefighter, actually stayed at Malcom McDowell's house for a few days. There was some kind of a tar pit in the actor's yard that was threatening to ignite or something so there had to be firemen standing by. My dad said McDowell made very strong coffee.