The stage is set for an electrified atmosphere of Fifties fun.
Yet the scene seems out of step: where is everybody? As the notes drift across and out of the scene the floor is remarkably empty . . .
A closer look reveals what perhaps others have noticed: the one couple present seems suspended not so much in a gleeful embrace but rather in a struggle to escape one another.
Can a jukebox be malevolent?
Escaping each other, or are these youngsters caught between innocence and the agony of their sinful desires?
ReplyDeleteThe jukebox, simply a scapegoat.