I have no idea whether I spelled it right. But I can sing it all the way through, and I once surprised an older gentleman in a Mexican restaurant by doing just that. He thought I was too young and wouldn’t know the song. Ha! So wrong. SO wrong.
This blog is Susan’s fault. I’ve been bopping around the house all evening, grilling steak and singing the Supercali song, along with Chim-Chiminey as sung by Dick Van Dyke.
Susan, otherwise known in the Bandita lair as Smoov T (don’t ask why—we aren’t telling how we got our nicknames) just got back from Disney World, where she had the honor of meeting the one, only and venerable Mary Poppins.
Smoov T was too ashamed to have her picture taken with Ms. Poppins, and instead got her daughter to pose, but all the same, Smoov admits to squealing under her breath the entire time.
I love old movies. Especially the wonderfully happy endings for which Walt Disney is so famous. I don’t get time to watch many, but unlike most modern films, I can watch those old flicks over and over. I think it’s the music. That music is magic.
Disney isn't the only film company that put out what I call "keepers." I know all the words to every song from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
And does anybody besides me remember A Bicycle Built For Two or The Surrey with the Fringe On Top? I can sing all the way through If I Only Had A Brain from The Wizard of Oz.
If you think about it, the whole thing is a bit silly. Here we go, trotting along with the drama of the plot, and someone stops and breaks into song. It’s completely ridiculous. And unforgettable. Like the incredible reads on my keeper shelf, these old films live and breathe and never become outdated.
Even the best kids’ shows from my childhood were musicals. I can sing the songs from every one. Frosty the Snowman and How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Am I the only one who loves Horton Hears A Who? It’s my favorite Dr. Seuss book, and my fav animation from his works. Remember the song the bad boy apes had as their theme? We’re the Wickersham Brothers…..
Oh, and does anyone else remember sitting rapt in front of the tube each winter for Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer? It seems silly now, but little Cassondra was terrified when Rudolph set out alone on that lonely iceberg to cross that desolate arctic lake. And I confess that watching it twice per year for 30-some years has actually paid off for me!
Three years ago at my husband’s office Christmas party we sat around at the tables, forced to play dumb office party games. This was a Christmas movie trivia game, and I’d been ignoring it completely. I was focused on the chocolate cheesecake. But for whatever reason, on the last question, I tuned in. There must have been 60 of us in the room. The rules required that the participant stand up, place a set of felt antlers on his/her head, then wait to be called on.
The question was…..drum roll please…… “In the movie Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, who was the lead reindeer on Santa’s sleigh team before Rudolph got the job?” I shot to my feet.
“Give me that!” I snapped at the girl across the table—the one who held the felt antlers in her oh-so-Rudolph-ignorant hands. She tossed them to me. I shoved them on my head, and, hands on hips, waited to be called upon. The office manager pointed to me.
Do you know the answer? (No fair looking it up now!)
I did, and won a nice portable DVD player for my dedication to that little claymation reindeer and the songs the Snowman sang.
Are there songs or music from movies that sweep you away to another place or time? Do you have favorites from childhood?
Is there a “must see” old flick that you’d be shocked to find that your children or friends’ children haven’t seen? Are there moments that just the mention of a name—Hepburn, Davis, Garland, Harlow or others, sends you diving into the emotion of an unforgettable on-screen moment?
I admit to writing three scenes in my GH finaling manuscript, The Ritual, to Michael Bolton’s Time, Love and Tenderness, and his version of When A Man Loves A Woman.
Are there favorite books on your keeper shelf that you read to an imagined “score?” What would that soundtrack be? Classical? Hard rock? Slow Jazz?
Make a guess at my Rudolph trivia question above (no cheating!), and I'll share the red-nosed wealth with a drawing for a Romance Bandits mousepad! Any reasonable guess gets you entered for the drawing.