Cyd Charisse.
Probably I saw her first in Singin' in the Rain (1952), a smoldering vamp in poison green and a bridal fantasy in a white scarf of cloud; a coin-flip, a seduction that never needed to touch. She was one of the most beautiful women of my childhood. I haven't seen either Brigadoon (1954) or Silk Stockings (1957) since I was in middle school, but my keenest memories of both movies are Cyd Charisse with her dark hair and her sleek shoulders and her legs that only hardboiled noir clichés could describe—only the floor stopped them from going on forever. She was lovely, she moved lovely. On the screen, she's still dancing.
Probably I saw her first in Singin' in the Rain (1952), a smoldering vamp in poison green and a bridal fantasy in a white scarf of cloud; a coin-flip, a seduction that never needed to touch. She was one of the most beautiful women of my childhood. I haven't seen either Brigadoon (1954) or Silk Stockings (1957) since I was in middle school, but my keenest memories of both movies are Cyd Charisse with her dark hair and her sleek shoulders and her legs that only hardboiled noir clichés could describe—only the floor stopped them from going on forever. She was lovely, she moved lovely. On the screen, she's still dancing.
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