Dancing
The other part of Andrea’s birthday present was DVD copies of Footloose, Flashdance and Dirty Dancing, all of which we watched today, in that order, until 2am. I hadn’t seen any of them before.
Of the three, I preferred Footloose, although I wouldn’t call any of them something to be proud of. Each had their own ridiculousness, from Kevin Bacon’s warehouse dance scene in Footloose, the entire concept of a female welder who wants to be a ballet dancer in Flashdance, to the cradle snatching ways of Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing - these were three films to be ridiculed. But that’s what made it an entertaining evening, as even though the films were bad, they were bad in a silly way, the way you can just sit and laugh at them for a few hours.
