At least half the people appearing as themselves in this musical brief are unlikely to be viewed in the future by ANYONE with a living memory of them; hence, my comment's paraphrased summary line from A.E. Housman's "Ode to an Athlete Dying Young," from the poetry cycle A SHROPSHIRE LAD, which he self-published in 1896 (and which seems LESS dated today than the sound-distorted MGM publicity fluff short of 1937, SUN_DAY NIGHT AT TROCADERO). If you get kicks out of seeing white actors in black-face, or like to gawk at black-and-white footage of 1930's burlesque costumes, go ahead and watch this. Otherwise, remember "silence sounds no worse than cheers//after earth has stopped the ears."
Review of Sunday Night at the Trocadero
