27 September 2003
Long live Cosmo Brown
As a clumsy, oafish non-dancer, I couldn't relate so easily to Kelly, and I never could decide whether it was more useful to fixate on the seemingly-accessible Debbie Reynolds or the ethereal, unreachable Cyd Charisse, so O'Connor held this rambling wreck of a film together for me, and I'm glad he did even if he did wind up in the hospital for a couple of days after the mayhem of "Make 'em Laugh".
"Thanks, R.F. At last I can stop suffering and write that symphony."