Today I saw Our Dancing Daughters (1928), a silent staring Joan Crawford, which was part of the Roxie Theater's Deco Festival. There were about four of us in the theater...me and three old men, who were also alone. There was this great moment in the film when Crawford toasts over a glass of champagne (in the intertitle), "To myself! I have to live with myself until I die - so may I always like - myself!"



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