This will be quite a change from Santa Royale, in Southern California, where the population is 100 percent white. And Tuscon, Arizona, where the population was 100 percent white. According to Wikipedia, in 2010 the population of New York City was 44 percent white. It couldn't have changed very much in three years... could it?
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After Mary's effusive greeting - "New York! New York! What a wonderful town!" - I was hoping for John Dill and featured dancers dressed as sailors to pop out from around from the corner (with an appropriately decorated cake) and sing, "The Bronx is up and the Battery's down, The people ride in a hole in the ground...New York New York, It's a WONDERFUL TOWN!!!!!" so at least something, anything, would happen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR-XLszo_YA Link to overture for movie On the Town (1949); Anchors Aweigh (1945), which was the theme for Mary's senior cotillion
I feel cheated! No airport adventures? No week of floating heads? No Person Magazine reading? Was there no one on the flight who needed meddlesome help?
What a disappointment.
I have whiplash from the speed of the plot pace, which is so un-Moy-like. Only yesterday we had Mary and Jeff canoodling in the Bum Boat; today Mary's in a cab in New York. Isn't it peculiar that during all the years in Santa Royale, Mary never pined for NYC? This time she couldn't wait to ditch Jeff and break loose. Is Mary on new meds?
Scene: Bobby Black, Tom Harpman, and One-Armed Jim, dressed in 1946-style white sailor uniforms, enter and sing:
New York, New York, it's a wonderful town
Mayor Bloomberg's short, and the stock market's down
The chic wear black and the bagels are round
New York, New York, it's a wonderful town!
Mary enters, in a bright red, full-skirted "new look" dress, with matching high heels. She sings:
I've come back here in time to meddle
It's what these people seek
I've got cliches and platitudes to peddle
In just eight weeks
Gotta care for the weak
And repair psychic leaks
For the meek
In just eight weeks!
She breaks into a smoking hot tap number, a la Ann Miller, and springs up for the big lift. Unfortunately, the catcher is Jim. Oops.
It's the city so nice, they named it twice.
@fauxprof--Ann Miller always set my teeth on edge. She reminded me of a chipmunk.
jennahrationex and fauxprof, thanks for remembering On the Town!
But fauxprof, I'll have that Mary-as-Ann-Miller image in my head for weeks. Make it go away. Please!
Mary is in for a real culture shock! Her New York doesn't exist anymore. She used to jive to Cab Calloway at a Harlem speakeasy. To shop at Gimbels, she would dress up in her seamed stockings, white gloves, and wedge heels.
And Times Square? Oh, poor Mary!
I so very much want to see Mary try that floating head trick on the subway.
When did Mary grow that oversized Mickey Mouse hand in panel 1?
And apparently the population in New York has changed; they all appear grey now.
Will mary stop for breakfast at Sniffany's?
Start spreading the 'tudes
I'm leaving today
I'm going to get my just desserts
in old New York.
If I can meddle there,
I can meddle anywhere,
etc.
Suddenly Mary's cab comes to a screeching halt as someone jaywalks in the crosswalk against the green light.
"I'm walkin' here! I'm walkin' here!"
(cue Everybody's Talkin')
And Mary finds her purpose in New York (be clean--I meant rehabilitating Joe Buck and Ratzo Rizzo, not her special purpose).
Suddenly Mary's cab comes to a screeching halt as someone jaywalks in the crosswalk against the green light.
"I'm walkin' here! I'm walkin' here!"
(cue Everybody's Talkin')
And Mary finds her purpose in New York (be clean--I meant rehabilitating Joe Buck and Ratzo Rizzo, not her special purpose).
Mary: I don't hear a word they're sayin'.
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