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Now he can talk plainer than that
A charm against Tiny Wittgenstein: Betty Hutton sings "Murder, He Says."
I got the song stuck in my head after Cab Calloway defined "murder" as "something excellent or terrific" ("Ex., 'That’s solid murder, gate!'"), but I only had a recording by Tori Amos. It's a perfectly catchy version; I learned the song from it. But the song was written by Frank Loesser and Jimmy McHugh in 1943 and Betty Hutton puts it across like someone's put fifty volts through her. She was one of actual Wittgenstein's two favorite actresses. I don't know if they ever showed Happy Go Lucky (1943) at Cambridge, but I shall think so until further notice.
Also, why is there a film by Fritz Lang with music by Kurt Weill that I am not watching right now?
I got the song stuck in my head after Cab Calloway defined "murder" as "something excellent or terrific" ("Ex., 'That’s solid murder, gate!'"), but I only had a recording by Tori Amos. It's a perfectly catchy version; I learned the song from it. But the song was written by Frank Loesser and Jimmy McHugh in 1943 and Betty Hutton puts it across like someone's put fifty volts through her. She was one of actual Wittgenstein's two favorite actresses. I don't know if they ever showed Happy Go Lucky (1943) at Cambridge, but I shall think so until further notice.
Also, why is there a film by Fritz Lang with music by Kurt Weill that I am not watching right now?
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I just seem to have gotten stuck with a crush on Wittgenstein and a crush on Karl Johnson, for which I blame Derek Jarman and history.
(I never saw David Tennant as Benedick. He was good?)