“Mrs. McGee?” Kenny asked.
“Uh, yes, Kenny, what is it?”
“I can’t dance.”
“What do you mean, you can’t dance,” McGee asks, “what’s the matter?”
“All the girls are taken” is his simple response.
A look washes over her faces as she takes off her glasses and strolls to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. She then stretches her arms wide (she had an incredible wingspan) and drawled, “No, Kenny…Not all of them.”
With a pained look Kenny steps up and the two do a simple box step, during which Stritch starts to croon “The Man I Love” with Ella Fitzgerald, getting another grimace from Kenny. Quickly Stritch breaks character, laughing and grabs her little costar and dance partner in a big hug. It was such a great, honest moment.
I always thought Elaine Stritch was just fabulous. I loved everything about her: her attitude, her looks, her voice. I played her At Liberty CD over and over again. She was a born story teller, and she had a lot of stories to share.
Whenever I think of Elaine Stritch I always go back, though, to that day in the AMC River East Theater. She was making an appearance to promote the documentary Just Shoot Me, which chronicled her life and work. During the brief Q&A the host veered strangely onto the topic of Angela Lansbury, and before long, Stritch bristled and barked, “Can we stop talking about Angela Lansbury?”
Rest in peace, Elaine Stritch – a woman who personified the words “irascible” and “talented.”