Can't act. Can't sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.
I just put my feet in the ground and move them around.
And that love that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart.
Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.
Do it big, do it right, and do it with style.
We attend to his later performances as a dramatic actor with respect, but watching the nondancing, nonsinging Astaire is like watching a grounded skylark.