Last Tango In Blogland
Hmm, not as poetic a title as Last Tango in Paris. Answers on a comment card for a better Tango-related title. Win a prize.
I’m no dancer. Along with two left feet I also have a chronic lack of rhythm when it comes to attempting to dance. But I do appreciate the art form. I’m too self-conscious when it comes to dancing. I can wiggle a little at the appropriate moments when called for and tipsy enough though.
I adore the music for certain dances. I have a secret passion for Strictly Come Dancing. There you are, my TMI for the week. Some dances I can’t get on with. Sure the Jive is cute, as is the jaunty Quickstep. Watching the feathery floating feet of the dancers is all well and good. But give me passion any day. Give me a Tango. Oh Yes!
I think I can pinpoint the moment I fell in love with this dance. Moulin Rouge – El Tango de Roxanne. Need I say more?
The proximity of the couple in a Tango along with the storyline is just exquisite. One guy. His girl a lady of the night. The jealousies he holds for the clients she sees. Her death at his hands. It’s to die for. All those intricately placed feet – his displacing hers to result in the foot flicks the dance is infamous for. The long, languorous sweeps to the floor in which she extends her neck so far you would think something should go *pop* or *crick*, only to be snapped back up to his eye-level.
My thought processes this evening went along the lines of this leading me to my musings here:
Oh, I must go and buy Beowulf at some point…It could come in handy for the future…Hey, I wonder why they made Grendel’s mother have weird feet like high heels…Damn, Angelina Jolie is scrummy…Hmm, Angelina films? Girl Interrupted, Tomb Raider, Gone in Sixty Seconds, Ahhh…Mr & Mrs Smith…Damn, Angelina Jolie is scrummy…Hey, isn’t there a delicious scene in that film where she dances a violent and fucking hot Tango with Brad Pitt…I wonder if I can YouTube it…Ooh, this would make an interesting and vague blog post about the Tango…Link to other films…Moulin Rouge…True Lies…Yes, maybe I’ll do that.
Along those lines. I think it’s her attitude more than anything else that appeals to me. And those eyes teamed with those eyebrows. Personally, I think Mr and Mrs Smith was a big old hyper-inflated film. The Meeja blowing out of proportion and the amount of writer changes in the script showing painfully obviously when you watch it. Some of the dialogue is cringe-worthy. Still, you have to admit it’s pretty to look at. Mostly because of the protagonists. Easy on the eye. I also quite think Eva Green has beautiful eyes and an interesting voice, but I digress again. Back to Tango.
The Tango in this film is brutal. They have the passion. They have the pain – oh yes – the hitting of the back of Jolie’s head against a mirror, her expression is gorgeously revengeful. I want my head pushed into the back of a mirror/wall/cupboard. Oh wait…done the cupboard…one down, two to go!
There have been times when I thought to myself, ‘It would be so hot to do this dance with him’ but I know he wouldn’t. He doesn’t dance any more when we go out, unless we’re both quite tipsy. And his definition of dancing was founded and then cemented in the Nirvana Grunge Jumpy Dancing Dayes of Yore. We have danced once or twice together in a club. The first time was in our first few months and it was very hot. We’ve danced in the kitchen of my student digs to Green Day when we came home early one night out to mess around when no-one else was in (We managed sex in the cupboard at the end of the halls that night. Not as bad as it sounds). That was fun. I want to do that kind of dancing again when we have our own place.
I shall leave you to my incoherent babbling with a final image:
I bet his hands were nice and warm…
Innocent Loverboy said,
June 12, 2008 at 9:10 pm
You really don’t want to watch Tomb Raider. Yeah, she’s fairly attractive (although personally I don’t see the appeal too much), but it’s an atrocious film in every sense of the word.
I reviewed it once and the general conclusion was, “what the fuck is this?”
ladypandorah said,
June 12, 2008 at 9:22 pm
Tomb Raider is alright. If it’s on pause.
Beau said,
June 12, 2008 at 9:55 pm
Darlin’ you want to see the tango? There’s a film out titled Take the Lead with Antonio Banderas (god I’d sell my soul to look like that dude) with the single hottest tango I’ve seen in ages–rocks my life that one.It’s the true story of Pierre Dulaine who introduced ballroom dancing to inner city high school kids In NY City–pretty good flick–but the tango in it–oh my oh my–knocked my socks off –I’m gonna take lessons so I can dance like that, Oh for Black hair and Spanish ancestry and have Antonio as my daddy.. Whoa! lmao
As for Brad’s hands–well warm oh yeah–considering where they are.
Beau warmin’ up for the tango
Tom Allen said,
June 12, 2008 at 10:51 pm
This reminds me of the J-Lo character’s line from “Shall we dance?”
The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart’s being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you’re going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she’s ruined you for life.
ladypandorah said,
June 12, 2008 at 11:22 pm
The vertical expression for a horizontal wish.
I like that. Like a lot. Thank you Tom
The Drinker said,
June 14, 2008 at 5:33 pm
Jumping up and down mosh-ness, oh yes! Back when I was cool and spent all my nights at the Zodiac, that was the definite way forward. I highly recommend dancing in the kitchen – the house last year saw more pre-night action in that sense than in any clubs we visited.
And from the sounds of it, you and Mister would love the clubnight ‘Feeling Gloomy’ in Islington. If you ever happen to be in London with nowt to do on a Saturday night, head down. It’s fantastic! Dance to the Smiths, Joy Division, Nirvana, Leonard Cohen… All the stuff you love but will never get at the clubs. That’s when I dance. I resent paying to get into somewhere sticky to be blasted with music I don’t like!
xx
lacestockings said,
June 15, 2008 at 11:36 am
ILB: I think you’re the first bloke I’ve come across who has described Angelina Jolie as ‘fairly attractive’! I applaud you. I have to agree tbh.
Blacksilk said,
June 16, 2008 at 2:12 pm
The tango does look pretty cool, I have to say. But the music I really want to learn to dance to with Fractal is swing. How can anyone possibly hear ‘In the Mood’ and not want to dance and hold the person they love and grin like a big grinny thing? And ‘Moonlight Serenade’ is the perfect romance tune.