One of all-time favourite movies has to be Dirty Dancing. This weekend I busted out the DVD, opened a bottle of red wine and enjoyed an evening with my BF (who’s favourite movie is, oddly, Point Break).
The first time I saw Dirty Dancing was in 1988 at a slumber party where we swooned over bad-boy Johnny Castle and decided that a red tank top, cut offs and white keds was definitely the sexiness outfit a girl could wear! The sub-plot involving knocked-up Penny and the abortion doctor coming to town went right over my 12-year old head.
So after 20+ years and about 100 more viewings I can pretty much recite the movie, and I still cry every time Baby goes to Johnny’s room and says, “I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.”
Ahh, the corniness is second to none.
In all seriousness, if you haven’t seen Dirty Dancing 2, Havana Nights you must. It’s the same corn, with a little Cuban revolution and even a dash of Johnny Castle!
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