Life is about the high points. When you die you will not look back at your regrets. Yet how much time do we waste trying to avoid them? Lots. Instead, we should be aiming high and not being afraid to fall short, because after all, it is our successes that make life worth living and remembering. But seeking joy, discovery, amazement, achievement, success, love, and largess is not easy. Life has a way of knocking us back or even down for the count. That is where art comes in. No not the kind of art that you have in your house. Real art is too big for the bit of wall space over your couch. More often real art comes into our homes when we face the other direction, at the TV, specifically in movies, old movies. Old movies are our only art that is brave enough to do what we should do every day: think big, dream, dare, and move, always move. If you look at your life and find it lacking and bereft of excitement, adventure, and well, of things worth remembering, watch an old jazzy movie, preferably something with singing and dancing in it, and lots of glitter and style. That is the real meaning not only of glamour, but of joy, and of life.