Oscar, reclining and reflective, begins to dream. He dreams he is in a vast concert hall. . .
. . . playing Gershwin's Concerto in F with his cigarette-stained fingers. . .
. . . and conducting at the same time. . . (and he was a real conductor so he isn't just waving his arms)
. . . and likewise the percussion, he's really playing (an early
example of cloning, or else he accelerates himself to the speed of sound)
My personal fave, cuz he looks so sexy. . .
Cute with a gong (and doesn't he look a bit like Buster Keaton?)
"Bravo! Bravo!"
