Sometimes the great and the famous are arrogant, or they become arrogant. But not Fred Astaire:
His perfectionism was legendary, but his relentless insistence on rehearsals and retakes was a burden to some. When time approached for the shooting of a number, Astaire would rehearse for another two weeks and record the singing and music. With all the preparation completed, the actual shooting would go quickly, conserving costs. Astaire agonized during the process, frequently asking colleagues for acceptance for his work. As Vincente Minnelli stated, “He lacks confidence to the most enormous degree of all the people in the world. He will not even go to see his rushes… He always thinks he is no good.” As Astaire himself observed, “I’ve never yet got anything 100% right. Still it’s never as bad as I think it is.”…
Extremely modest about his singing abilities (he frequently claimed that he could not sing, but the critics rated him as among the finest), Astaire introduced some of the most celebrated songs from the Great American Songbook…
Although he possessed a light voice, he was admired for his lyricism, diction, and phrasing—the grace and elegance so prized in his dancing seemed to be reflected in his singing, a capacity for synthesis which led Burton Lane to describe him as “the world’s greatest musical performer.” Irving Berlin considered Astaire the equal of any male interpreter of his songs—”as good as Jolson, Crosby or Sinatra, not necessarily because of his voice, but for his conception of projecting a song.” Jerome Kern considered him the supreme male interpreter of his songs and Cole Porter and Johnny Mercer also admired his unique treatment of their work.
I love Astaire’s dancing, but I think he reached his peak – in terms of the performance, the choreography, the inventiveness, and the mood – in his duets with Ginger Rogers. She had a synergistic effect on him.
But his solos are great even though they don’t appeal to me quite as much. It’s almost as though Astaire had trouble being without a partner (after all, he started dancing professionally in vaudeville as a child with his sister Adele), and so if he didn’t have a human partner he came up with some sort of prop to make things interesting.
I could post hundreds of wonderful clips of Astaire, but I’ll limit it to these two. First we have Astaire with a host of props in an exercise studio:
And next we have a dance in which the prop is a room and its furniture. This video shows you the filmed dance on the left, and then how it’s done on the right:
[NOTE: I learned something new today from Astaire’s Wiki entry – which is that he is of Jewish heritage on his father’s side. Both of his father’s parents were Austrian Jews who had converted to Roman Catholicism in the mid-19th-Century. A lot of this history can be found here.]

