Friday, 11 April 2014

Old Movies and Innocence.




'Now and Forever' was played today on the tellie and in between some pond style gardening, I happened upon this first date scene, between actors I did not recognise. It was a time of innocence way back then that's for sure. The sexual tension was developed through a delay in touching and instead of the modern way of getting your gear off and rolling like monkeys on every bit of furniture in the place, smashing china and grunting loudly, the climax was when they both relaxed into each others arms while they waltzed amid a very crowded dance floor. It was pretty sexy.

I don't usually bother with old movies. I don't like the exaggerated acting or the less than subtle editing. As time has moved on we have become too sophisticated for continuity errors or poor scripts or shit visual effects and all the other stuff that can go wrong in production, but it does seem that with all the advances, we have lost a lot of that development of sexual tension. Yeh we can be lured in to squeal like a child in terror and we can be encouraged to laugh like a drain, but it is not often that we are lulled into wondering, 'if they will or won't they'.  And I'm talking about the first kiss, not the first roll in the hay or the sand or the back seat of the car.

There is a loss of innocence in today's modern fast pace. Girls dressed up like adults at the ripe old age of 10 and little boys go strutting around like they are in 'Saturday Night Fever'.

I remember once going up to a progressive dancing evening at the beautiful and iconic Cloudland Ballroom in Brisbane when I was quite a young girl. It was a lovely way to meet lots of young fellas and women too. It was safe and funny and sometimes sexy. Then developers knocked seven bells out of the ballroom and youngsters ended up in nightclubs, getting on the piss and falling about the place and ending up going home with their knickers in their bags or on their heads, with no clue who they had frolicked with the next morning as they nursed shitful hangovers.

It's inevitable of course, but I can still lament the loss, surely.