|"All er Nuthin' "
|Straightaway, Jane displays a little leg 'o lamb for Will's evaluation
while Liz builds up a head of steam for some fancy struttin'
that's unfortunately partially blocked as Ado Annie walks in front of the camera, in both versions, dang it!
|Flashing skirts, shapely legs and saucy moves would tempt any red-blooded male. Will is no exception.
|It's Will's turn
to charm our girls.
while Liz, in
one of her charming
smiles that would
launch more ships
than Helen of Troy . . .
|. . . and then sink the whole dang fleet with this one look.
Jane gets a little smooch from Will and Liz does not like it -- at all.
A great arms-akimbo HMMPH! moment that perfectly illustrates female exasperation.
I have gotten some icy stares and two "evil eyes" in my lifetime,
but they pale in comparison to the one Liz projects here.
UPDATE 04-08-08: In a phone conversation with Liz, I asked her about the direction.
She replied that Zinneman said to "act mad at Janie" when Jane got the kiss instead of her.
(He got that -- in spades.)
|Will looks somewhat dumbfounded over his experience as our girls exit stage right,
probably to the relief of Ado Annie.
Will's reaction to their enticing routine gives her a chance to explain to him
why "All' er Nuthin" works only to his advantage and then offers her own solution.
|This was our girls' last dance routine but not their appearance.
They are front row in the picnic basket auction scene
and the rousing finale, bracketing the stars and accompanying them in singing "Oklahoma!".
|However, this gem of a scene
Will is lost in a blizzard
of colorful dresses and petticoats
while Ado Annie prudently stands clear
as the girls really cut loose
and go airborn.
This still has become one of my favorites
because of the look on Liz's face.
Very cool and in control.
You can almost hear her think,
"Man, I have got this routine WIRED!"
There's so much going on so fast
here that you need slo-mo
and freeze frame
to appreciate all the fancy footwork
and realize just how energetic
and complex it really is.
A reviewer of Liz's Las Vegas routines
called her a"pixie-ish dervish".
That epithet fits her to a "T"
in this routine.
|"Perfection Personified", thy name is Lizanne.