We attend to his later performances as a dramatic actor with respect, but watching the nondancing, nonsinging Astaire is like watching a grounded skylark.
Can't act. Can't sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.
Dancing is a sweat job.
Slippery stages were the terror of my life.
I don't remember anybody ever pointing me out as a dancing prodigy, but I played a not bad second base.
Oh, God! That boy moves in a very exceptional way. That's the greatest dancer of the century.