Well, I held out as long as I could.
I made it all the way up until yesterday without seeing "Dirty Dancing". The fact that I've been sans girlfriend all this time might have something to do with my avoidance of it thus far. I can see why you ladies swoon over it. There's dancing. There's a generally shirtless or sweaty (or both) bad boy. There's forbidden romance. Plus, there's white-hot Jerry Orbach. What's not to love?
Although this is typically not my kind of film, it wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen. My one main complaint is with the music. They should've stuck with the '60 tunes exclusively. "Hungry Eyes" seemed oddly misplaced. And "She's Like The Wind"? Ouch.
I am a little concerned that this is a slippery slope. What's next? Shopping for dust ruffles? An afternoon of decoupage? I don't care how cute Megan is. I refuse to knit tea cozies, dammit!