When I was a child there were a lot of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies shown on TV. I probably saw all of them (some, many many times), and I loved them.
Most of these movies displayed Astaire and Rogers as a sophisticated duo. Her ball gowns were part of the attraction—talk about Hollywood glamour! So many to choose from, but the ostrich feather gown might just be the most famous of all (best seen in motion):
Her “Swing Time” dress was deceptively simple, but showcased her fabulous body. Most women need a lot more assistance than Rogers did, front or back:
Last but not least, this:
But as much as I loved the glam, my favorite movie was an atypical one, “Follow the Fleet,” in which they played more ordinary folk (albeit excellent dancers, of course!). For me, there was just something about it—her shiny bell-bottomed costumes, his sailor suit, and particularly the semi-humorous, cocky choreography. Astaire and Hermes Pan (the creators of all the dances) never repeated themselves, and that’s what kept it ever-fresh. And Rogers not only kept up with the steps, but she infused them with a light grace and flair that made them seem not only improvised on the spot but the most wonderful of fun (songs: Irving Berlin):
Astaire said something interesting about Rogers:
According to Astaire, when they were first teamed together in Flying Down to Rio, “Ginger had never danced with a partner before. She faked it an awful lot. She couldn’t tap and she couldn’t do this and that … but Ginger had style and talent and improved as she went along. She got so that after a while everyone else who danced with me looked wrong.
Astaire was a great great dancer, Ginger a very very good one. But she complemented him so well, with her own special joie de vivre, that everyone else did look wrong.
[NOTE: Both were Republicans, by the way.]