I recently visited a college for business purposes. On the walls were plaques displaying various campus sororities and fraternities. I must have had West Side Story on the brain.
Out of the vast number of Greek societies listed, I zeroed in on the two plaques displaying the Sharks and the Jets. I had to take pictures.
Suddenly, I found myself smiling and involuntarily singing some of Stephen Sondheim's lyrics from the movie (even though the lyricist claims to be embarrassed by them): "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way."
Suddenly, I needed to break into Jerome Robbins' finger snaps and pirouettes. (You'll be happy to know that I composed myself before that happened.) But I'd have to say that this unexpected reminder of one of the great films of Hollywood, really brightened my day.
Do classic movies ever interrupt your life when they are the farthest thing from your mind? Isn't it fun when that happens?