Dirty Dancing
I think it was around the same time that we decided on Chicago as our first soundtrack purchase, before we realized that listening to Chicago for a week straight, on a continuous loop, would make us absolutely nutty, that C and I decided that we needed the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, as well. We never bought the soundtrack, but when we got back to Austin, C reminded me to add the movie to my Netflix queue, and it arrived today.
When Dirty Dancing came out, I was ten, going on eleven, and that movie served as my own personal introduction to what love with a tough-but-kind-hearted rebel might be like. I learned valuable life-lessons about back-alley abortions and the merengue and joining the Peace Corps, and my sister and I watched the film over and over, making fun of the (geeky) older sister and admiring the hip, sexy younger one. I'm not sure what that said about us, or me, the geeky older sister, for that matter.
It's harsh to watch a movie like that years after the fact. Suddenly, the plot was forced (though I remembered lots of crucial lines, years and years later. "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!"), the dance moves were sort of stupid, Patrick Swayze was sorta gross and greasy, and the dialogue was insipid in spots. C once told me about how she watched Dirty Dancing illegally when she was younger, having obtained a pirated copy from some other country somehow, and I understand now why she couldn't bear to have the film ruined for her by the Mr. Sinus guys -- this stuff was sacred to our childhood and adolecence. But it was great to laugh at now, more than fifteen years later.
The part that really made me laugh, though, was the part where C asked, in all seriousness, "Where's the pottery scene?" I lost it then, explaining as nicely as I could in between uncontrollable fits of laughter that there was no pottery scene in Dirty Dancing, she was thinking of Ghost. With Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg.
She didn't believe me, and between you and me? I think it ruined the movie for her.
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That's too funny!
Man, I am amazed that you got all that from that movie. I was in fourth grade when I saw that movie for the first time at a slumber party. The ONLY thing I remember fromit is a bunch of girls pausing the movie on Patrick Swayze's naked butt and pointing and screaming at the screen, while the birthday girl begged her friends to keep it down lest we all get in trouble!
Hi Rachel,
I googled for "bag of bones" and came up with one of your blog entries. It was written 2 yrs ago and aptly titled bag of bones.
In that blog, you took in a diseased manx, the last line read,
"It'll be a while before I've been able to cure his URI, brush the dirty fur out and allow clean fur to grow back in, get him neutered, and fatten him up until he's presentable, but when I do...
you won't even recognize him anymore."
I am very hopeful, and curious. Is the cat still with you? hoping he is healthy and happy :)
I would prefer to shoot up an email instead of writing in the comments section, but couldnt find one. :(
Patrick Swayze was NOT gross and greasy in that movie! He was hot and sexy! I don't see what is so bad about it! It is a freakin love story, most of them are like that! GOSH!!!