The blonde in the huge, luxurious bed sits up suddenly, miffed and puzzled. Somebody is making the most incredible racket overhead. Angrily she climbs out of bed, wraps herself in some-thing silky and marches upstairs to confront the guy we knew all along was there—Fred Astaire, tapping exuberantly around his hotel suite. When he opens the door and sees Ginger Rogers, he straightaway loses his heart—just as we did, a few frames back. She's a glamour queen, all right, swathed in chic with every blond curl sculpted into place, but that's not what makes the magic. It's her firm gaze, strong stride and down-home vowels that put Rogers over the top in "Top Hat": this glamour queen is as all-American as a prize peach at the 4-H fair When she died last week at 83, she left a screen image of sunny sophistication that has had no peer.
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