Continuing my Busby Berkeley fixation now with this big wonderful fruit salad of a number featuring Carmen Miranda:
Let's face it, this number from The Gang's All Here set the international gold standard for camp for all time.
Apologies to Luiz where ever you are.
And who would you really rather spend time with?
a bunch of fat old bishops singing praise music? all those vinegar drinkers over at Titus, Firm, and Virtue?
Or with Carmen Miranda and her legions of admirers in a paper mache banana plantation on a 1943 Hollywood sound stage?