So I was smoking the television crackpipe this AM and paused on the vision of of Edward Everett Horton. I love him alot. His voice, of course, takes me right back to Saturday mornings and Fractured Fairy Tales on the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. The rest of him is delicious, too… it’s a good day when come across an Art Deco confection of a movie, in which EEH is wearing a tux and being flustered.

The movie I came across was a bit later and in glorious, hue-vomiting Technicolor. The scene was a funny one where EEH and Eugene Pallette harrumphed and reacted their way though a scene. This is the point where I thought I’d share my love of EEH on you, my blog.

However, the movie I saw happened to be The Gang’s All Here. Holy mother. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it, and I got walloped by it this time. How genius (and mean, crazy, and straight, according to lore) was Busby Berkeley. And don’t get me started on Carmen Miranda. Really, don’t. The fact she existed, when she existed, and that she was a beloved star, proves there is goodness in the world. Look, a quilt!

The finale, with the neon hula hoops and backwards footage and blue-screen floating heads and … and … oh god. This is why I exist on earth. This is what it’s all about for me. Sounds like hyperbole, but it isn’t. I feel a deep rightness with the world when I am presented with visions like this.

Man, one of the rooms is my personal heaven is going to be awesome.