Do not be afraid of the cheese
Yes, there are parts of the new movie Step Up that may seem . . . predictable. Even cheesy.
SO WHAT?!? Are you such a big shot you can’t enjoy a few hours of TOTAL KICKASS DANCING? And incredible music? Are you so important and intellectual that you can’t smile and tap your foot and get your groove on as great-looking dancers bust some exquisite moves, and battle angst and street gangs and the trials of love in between?
COME ON!!
I plan on owning that flick. Some of those dance numbers were so fab I have to watch them over and over.
If some of the actors seem a little old to be playing high schoolers, or if you don’t agree with some of the plot points and acting choices, LOOK AWAY. You’re there for the dancing, numbskull.
Those who can’t dance, watch. Those who can, learn. Those who grew up Baptist and were never allowed to dance because dancing is the first step to fornication–obviously–can either spend a bunch of money on therapy or go to movies like this. I choose the latter.
You know you fit into at least one of those categories. So go.
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I eagerly await your new YA novel, “Baptists Busting Moves.”
It will be very short, since really the only dance step we can do is the sway from side to side.
Do you know I wasn’t even allowed to take tap dancing or ballet lessons when I was a little girl? There went my dreams of Broadway stardom. So unfair.
rb, at least you have an excuse.
this isn’t by any chance the movie with antonio banderas is it? is there any reason (even if it doesn’t have banderas or maybe because it does) that we should shell out 9 big ones when we can watch dancing with the stars for free?–it don’t get much cheesier than that. how did the word cheese get so mal or mis appropriated, by the way–cheese is good, cheetos are good, nachos are gooood–just wonderin’, expect patrick may know.
i took some dance lessons last year, at my house, along with one of my daughters and her boyfriend. because my husband refused to participate i had to dance with the instructor, who just happens to be the 25 year old daughter of one of my dearest friends. i know, a little weird, weirder still is she’s the only one i can dance with. despite the age difference we make a pretty cute couple so i expect we’ll be taking a cruise together in the near future.
Annette, I think you are back to being the scary one again.
No, Annette, it is not the Antonio Banderas movie. Sheesh.
When refering to something as cheesey people actually mean “cheese-like” or more appropriately the fake cheese spreads with piccoline chromate and food dye.
“That’s so piccoline chromatey” never really took off as an expression.
And it is a misperception that cheese is good. Actually, soup is good.
I’m quite enjoying Annette’s venture into lesbianism. Do go on with the story.
Those Baptists are right on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen a ballet production just break down into an orgy. It’s appalling.
patrick, it’s salsa dancing for god’s sake–your mind is so, so, soupy!
need to add–the amount of useful information i pick up on this blog is atonishing–it’s like streamin’ wikipedia.
I’ve seen “Dirty Dancing” 20 times and “Save the Last Dance” at least once as well as “Dancing with the Stars”. We all know how these things turn into sex.
What do I have to do to become a Baptist? Must I change my name to John? These people are on to all your tricks luring them with salsa(dancing, not mexican food) and a cruise. Really, I’d fall for that.
damn. busted!