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Dirty Dancing.

Dancing, Entertainment February 11th, 2008

We went into Toronto 2 weekends ago to see Dirty Dancing.

The male lead ended up being the understudy, so I’m not sure if I would have enjoyed the regular actor better, but I actually enjoyed the movie more. The background ensemble did some decent dancing which I enjoyed more than the dancing from the leads. The male’s balletic background clashed with the mambo that he tried to perform and made him look rigid and lost in the music.

If chemistry and good mamboing are what you want, watch the movie instead.

Periapex

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Thanks so much for the review! I’ve been thinking about taking my Mum to see it!!
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NP. We actually enjoyed 12 Angry Men better. There was some unbelievable acting in that one. I’ll put a mini review up today.

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