Review – Dirty Dancing

Boy, if this is what it was like to be Borsht-belt rich back in the 1960s, I’m glad I’m neither wealthy enough or old enough to have had the experience. Honestly, this movie spawned a couple of chart-climbing tunes and an artificial dance craze, but otherwise it’s little more than an empty-headed teen movie that tries to justify its existence with a trumped-up message. It might actually have worked better if it had been a little less ham-handed about abortion, class differences, and so on. It also might have helped if the screenwriters had found a way to portray a girl’s sexual and social coming of age with a little more emotional depth than the average 30 second ad for feminine hygiene spray. Come for the dancing if that sort of thing floats your boat, but don’t feel like you have to sit through any of the rest of it. See if desperate