I was listening to some Cole Porter the other day, and it occurred to me that some of his songs have a rather creepy quality to them.
Obsessive love (yucky recording, but you’ll get the point):
And masochistic love:
And yet they’re all such lovely songs.
Speaking of lovely, here’s the beautiful Cyd Charisse dancing up a storm in Silk Stockings, when people still thought Communism was a bad, oppressive thing: