Summer means a lot of different things to me. Hot days, sandals, beaches, watermelon – and
Dirty Dancing.
Released in 1987, Dirty Dancing caused a sensation, becoming
a huge hit, spawning two soundtrack albums, and unsuccessful series on CBS, and a worldwide concert tour It launched the careers of Jennifer Grey and
Patrick Swayze from erstwhile supporting players into the mainstream and lead
roles. Nowadays, it’s settled into an
object of campy nostalgia for the many who wore out VHS tapes of it in their
youth, and it’s become the sort of a summertime staple of networks like WE and
Lifetime. Fondness for the movie
continues – you can buy teeshirts for it, and watch its recently spawned (and too-late) sequel or the Broadway musical it inspired.
There’s something very amusing about a movie like Dirty
Dancing ending up a fluffy nostalgia piece that’s considered an inconsequential
romantic movie. Here’s the movie’s
biggest secret: it’s a socially radical
film that embraces feminism and sisterhood, makes a strong case for abortion
rights and artistic freedom, and shows a woman’s first happy sexual affair to
be consequence-free in the way of romantic heartbreak and the moral weight of
STDs, cheating, and pregnancy.