You know what? I wish someone would remake Dirty Dancing and explain every plot point in excruciating detail and add a whole bunch of unnecessary info about Mr. and Mrs. Houseman. Oh, wait.
Yeah, so, if you watched the ABC remake, you know what I’m talking about. And if you didn’t, don’t.
Oh, M. goodness. For reals, y’all, I couldn’t believe the amount of talking that went on in that movie. It was so boring and I think we saw way more of Mrs. Houseman than we did of Johnny. Colt Prattes was beyond uncharismatic as Johnny and Abigail Breslin as Baby looked like she was 12. There was ZERO chemistry between them.
Baby is well-read and a feminist and she gets her sister to read and…ZZZ. Mrs. Houseman is a neglected housewife and they’re getting a divorce and…ZZZ. Lisa is really awesome and doesn’t resent her sister and wants to have a relationship with the rapey waiter AND the black guy and…ZZZ. And wait, wait, wait. Baby and Johnny DON’T end up together?! She has to go see him on Broadway and reminisce about their summer of love? Sigh.
And to top it all off, there was a serious lack of choreography. I mean, not only do you have Johnny and Baby singing at the end, they don’t dance at all! The only decent dance number was in the staff house toward the beginning and that was the rest of the cast. The “stars” could not dance. At all.
The best thing was Baby sitting in the corner reading The Bell Jar, because she’s, you know, sad and stuff. Ha!
This was a complete disaster of a remake. If you haven’t seen the original Dirty Dancing, I suggest you watch it immediately. I promise it’s amazing. Insert a “time of your life” joke here.
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