Come on, babe / We're gonna brush the skyLindbergh made his famous transatlantic flight in mid-1927 (and afterwards, of course, the Lindy Hop became the dance craze of '27.) Anyways, that only leaves less than 2 and a half years for the Chicago storyline to take place. Not that it necessarily matters. I'm just particularly nitpicky about things like that. Since I don't own the movie, I don't know if it flashes "Chicago, the 1920s" or "Chicago, the Roaring Twenties" (as a rule, I hate generalizations like that but tend to excuse them if it's the '20s unless they reference something specific). Oh well. It's still an amazing film and soundtrack.
I bet you lucky Lindy / Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere / How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
On another tangent, the post-'20s obsession with the '20s is a field in and of itself. Since I devoted a year of my life to studying the '20s, I also love cultural pats on the back like Chicago and Singin' in the Rain.
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