Me: the "Gideon and Jagger" scene from "All that Jazz."
There are so many iconic moments in that film - the entire opening sequence for example - but the moment that hits me right in the solar plexus is this one. Seen out of context, it%E2%80%99s wonderful: Peter Allen%E2%80%99s singing, the natural camaraderie between Ann Reinking and Erzsebet Foldi and of course, the dancing. But seen as part of the whole film, it becomes almost too much for me to bear. When I first saw "All That Jazz," I rewatched this one scene maybe 10 times. Since then, I have no idea how many times I%E2%80%99ve watched that one scene, but it must be nearing the hundreds. The thought of Joe Gideon%E2%80%99s girlfriend and daughter working on that routine for hours, to get it just right for the notorious perfectionist. The knowledge that even if it wasn%E2%80%99t perfect, he%E2%80%99d be bowled over regardless. The fact that Kate is so loving and caring with Michelle, and that all the basic ingredients for a happy family are here, yet Joe continues to sleep around and throw his life away. The part where Reinking plays Michelle%E2%80%99s stomach like a piano, glances at Joe and says %E2%80%9CPretty pictures.%E2%80%9D Joe%E2%80%99s funky apartment, with all the theater paraphernalia and those %E2%80%9Cwhatchamacallit lights%E2%80%9D. The part where the duo rush at Joe to kiss him. Finally, and most importantly, Joe%E2%80%99s face throughout. I don%E2%80%99t know how Roy Scheider does it. Amusement, regret, incredulity, sadness, pride - they%E2%80%99re all there. The killer: during the line, %E2%80%9CAnd every gal only had one fellow%E2%80%9D. His face at that point slays me. It%E2%80%99s a little flash of recognition, of regret and embarrassment and still you can see he%E2%80%99ll never change. Beautiful.