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Review by 'Rerevisionist' of Film   7 June 2024     Dirty Dancing 1987 and subsequent DVDs

Movie suggesting strengths and weaknesses in the Jewish US psyche. Written by Eleanor Bergstein, produced by Linda Gottlieb. Set as far as I recall in early 1960s.

This seems to have been set in the Catskills, part of the Apallachians, near New York and in New York State. It's quite difficult to get a good map of the area—maybe because endless PR people want to advertise their own bits. It's quite hard even to find when the tracks were recorded. (I noticed that 'Hey, Baby!' reappeared much later, by Öutzi).

The poor old Catskills (highest peak: about a mile high) had a problem found elsewhere, that cheap and safe air traffic allowed people to move further to sunnier places. Maybe the Catskills high point was Woodstock in 1969.

Swayze (1952-2009, if the death date is correct), trained in ballet, was the real star. Though watching the alternative scenes and discarded scenes etc it's sad to see how carefully worked-on they were. For example, his underwater lift seems to have been staged with wires. I suspect he may have had sports injury/ies, a carefully-suppressed trade risk with such people.

The basic story concerns Dr Kellerman. (I wondered if Bob Dylan grew up in such a family, the Zimmermans, and became enraged or filled with ennui at the continual self-indulgent super-banal chat and Jewish victory assumptions). Anyway the actor is shown taking for granted Jewish medicine—probably they think all advances in medicine were Jewish, and simultaneously don't think of the Jewish schemes against whites; or bought by Jews—as recognised by the simpering film daughter—blondish and bubbly, as opposed to dark.
      Kellerman is shown talking about his youth, sometimes beaten up by the goyim (goys, and shiksas, get it?). I've wondered in the rocky skyscraperable New York City was transferred into a concrete version of a Kahal, a tight enclave of cheek-by-jowl Jews looking out on flyover territory. Anyway, when in his office (no doubt with diplomas on the walls) being asked "Help me, doc!" he had difficulty not asking them to leave.

Anyway the movie, like the opposite of a rolling stone, gathered more songs and more translations and more catchment. The unpleasant parts seem unavoidable in these things. I'm half-surprised there wasn't a weak preacher in it, or an educator unable to be honest, in addition to abortion. Probably a high force-feeding of syrup is too much to take. I prefer realism, but that's just me.


RW   7 June 2024