Clare's Rating: There are only a few basic irrefutable truths in the known universe. One of them just happens to be that nobody puts Baby in the corner.
Clare's Review: In celebration of my ongoing bout with some of the worst PMS in recorded history, I have decided it's about damn time this site reviewed a movie perfect for us gals who, occasionally, must find refuge from our own horrifying hormones by diving head long into anything and everything we can find that brings us comfort. Comfort in movie form, for me anyway, is Dirty Dancing. Yes, this movie is made entirely of cheese. It's trite. It's manipulative. It's a DANCE movie for Jerry Orbach's sake. But for my money, it's one of the best guilty pleasure girlie flicks ever made.

I've seen it so many times that recapping the basic story line seems kind of hilarious to me. But I'll try.

Dirty Dancing is about a wide eyed, precocious, teenager named Francis (Jennifer Gray) who, for some ungodly reason, actually prefers to be called "Baby". She and her family go to the Catskills for a three week vacation at one of those old timey resorts that specializes in things like organized sack races and charades. Oh. And it's set in the 1960's so the audience understands right away that things like lust and fornication hadn't yet been invented, so all this squeaky clean fun has no irony attached to it at all.

But it doesn't take long for the seedy underbelly of Happytown, USA to be rooted out and that's when things start to get "good". Turns out that after hours, when all the old people in loveless marriages have gone to sleep in their separate beds, the dancers at the resort get together for watermelon and some old fashioned bumping and grinding. HOW NAUGHTY! The resident head stud of the dancers is Johnny Castle (Patrick Swayze), the best named bad-boy-with-a-heart-of-gold in movie history. He's from the wrong side of the tracks, rough around the edges and completely hot. (Sorry people. I'll go to my grave declaring Patrick Swayze's hotness in this movie. My opinion in this matter can not be swayze'd). Soon enough, Johnny and Baby meet and after a somewhat convincing set of plot twists, they embark together in a desperate bid to see each others nipples. I mean train Baby to dance at a show as a favor to another, out of commission, dancer. A few groin pulls and "Hungry Eyes" later, love is in the air. But will Baby's father allow his unspoiled daughter to be sullied by the likes of some street punk in tap shoes? And will the resort let Johnny bring the place into the 20th Century with his, um, innovative dance moves? Only a long, drawn out, overly choreographed finale can provide us with the answers we seek.

Dirty Dancing came out in theaters when I was all of 12 years old. So my attachment to it is rooted deeply in nostalgia. However, I've watched it pretty regularly since my 12th year on Earth and still find it entertaining. I wish I could say that I love Dirty Dancing because it's so much fun to make merciless fun of (which, really, it kind of is). The truth, however, is that I love Dirty Dancing because I actually love it. I always buy into the fun and nervousness associated with Baby and Johnny finding themselves attracted to one another. I always get choked up when Baby confronts her father on the deck and they both cry like little inconsolable, melodramatic infants. I always stop and rewind the "sex" scene in Johnny's room to look at Patrick Swayze's ribs and Jennifer Gray's funny, perfect, old lady bra. I always wait in breathless anticipation for Johnny to look Baby's father in the eye and tell him, with unbelievably believable conviction, that nobody puts Baby in the corner.

I'm not embarrassed to admit any of that. Because in trying times like these, when I find myself feeling irrevocably fat and unendingly moody, there is a real, palpable salvation found in watching a movie that's unabashedly good hearted, filled with schmaltz and un-ironically about how dancing can save us from the limitations we put on our own joy.

The Scoop 1987 Rated PG-13 Musical . Romance Director Emile Ardolino Starring Patrick Swayze Jennifer Grey Jerry Orbach Cynthia Rhodes

Didja Notice?
Clare's dream car getting seriously mistreated. (insert the sound of Clare's horrified weeping here)
Jennifer Grey's first nose
The song "She's Like the Wind" was sung by star Patrick Swayze.
Throughout the film, Johnny and Baby always wear contrasting colors, Baby in very light colors, and Johnny in black or something very dark.
You can see Jennifer Grey's body stocking during the first sex scene.
Baby mouths the words "I carried a watermelon?!" twice.

The Movie Store!
Dirty Dancing: Movie [VHS]
Dirty Dancing: Movie [DVD]
Dirty Dancing: Soundtrack [CD]
More Dirty Dancing: Soundtrack [CD]

Intermission!
There were recently rumors afloat that Dirty Dancing 2 is in the works. Because of the recent "Latin Explosion" (how messy!) it's been widely reported that Ricky Martin is in the running to play a more modern, salsa dancing Johnny Castle while someone named Natalie Portman who was in some movie called Star Wars, is favored for the new Baby. From everything I (Clare) have been able to find, these rumors are complete and utter hogwash.

Official and Not-So-Official Websites
The Complete Dirty Dancing Website

Dirty Dancing became a phenomenon beyond the movie. The soundtrack (and its "sequel") are still best-sellers, a musical version burst onto Broadway, and even a sequel to the film was discussed (possibly starring Britney Spears).

Groovy Quotes

Baby: Me? 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!

Johnny Castle: You just put your pickle on everybody's plate college boy, and leave the hard stuff to me.

Johnny: Yo cuz, What's she doing here?
Billy: She's with me. She came with me.
Baby Houseman: I carried a watermelon.
Baby to herself: I carried a watermelon?!?

Penny: Go back to your playpen...Baby.

Johnny (putting Baby's hand over his heart): Guh-gung... Guh-gung. Feel the rhythm. Guh-gung... Guh-gung.

Penny: Oh, come on, ladies! God wouldn't have given you maracas if He didn't want you to shake 'em!

Baby: Me? 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!

Johnny: Nobody puts Baby in the corner!

DVD Review
Perfect for people who took the greatness of this classic cheese fest just a LITTLE too seriously. Extras include: music videos for 3 of the songs from the soundtrack, including the seminal classic and all time most embarrassing song related to Clare's life: The Time of My Life, commentary from the "creator" of Dirty Dancing Eleanor Bernstein and a feature aptly entitled, "Dirty Dancing: Live in Concert".

Soundtrack Review
Well, I (Clare) have got the whole damn thing memorized from beginning to end. That doesn't really attest to it's greatness in any capacity (although some of the authentic songs from the '60's are good). That only proves what kind of an unrepentant freak I was about this movie when it came out. The fact that my brain has kept the lyrics to "She's Like the Wind" stored safely in my memory banks frightens me only in that I'm sure there must be tons of other, more useful information my brain had to dump because Patrick Swayze's passionate half-singing was taking up too much room.

If you liked this movie, try these:
Strictly Ballroom (Dirty Australian Ballroom Dancing)
Footloose (Dirty No Dancing Allowed Dancing)
The Full Monty (Dirty Naked Pasty Brits Dancing)
Dance With Me (Dirty Divas Dancing)