Release Date:
Friday, February 27, 2004
Heading into the theater, we werent exactly thrilled about enduring a fucking sequel to the 17-year-old Dirty Dancing. But then, before we even had a chance to find a tango partner, it happened: Patrick Swayzes leather-Muppet face appeared, glistening with sweat. And thats when we realized it was going to be a lot worse than we thought.
Based on true events (i.e., people have danced in Cuba before), Nights takes place in 1958, when Havana was brimming with revolutionary pride and thrusting Cubano dancers. This all proves too much for 18-year-old bookworm Katey Miller (Romola Garai), whos transplanted to the Cuban capital with her fathers new job. Just then, she meets Javier (Y Tu Mamá Tambiéns Diego Luna), a waiter at her country club, and, despite her bigoted friends pleas, her passion for dance is ignited! Soon, she enters a dance contest with Javier in hopes of winning the grand prize for his impoverished family. Along the way they learn the lambada, scream viva la revolución! and validate their love in a silhouetted beach tent scene. (Which, by the way, provides the most awkward post-deflowering dialogue weve heard since junior college.) Either way, theres no reason to ever see a movie about dancing, dirty or otherwiseespecially one whose biggest selling point is a weather-beaten Patrick Swayze cameo.
Based on true events (i.e., people have danced in Cuba before), Nights takes place in 1958, when Havana was brimming with revolutionary pride and thrusting Cubano dancers. This all proves too much for 18-year-old bookworm Katey Miller (Romola Garai), whos transplanted to the Cuban capital with her fathers new job. Just then, she meets Javier (Y Tu Mamá Tambiéns Diego Luna), a waiter at her country club, and, despite her bigoted friends pleas, her passion for dance is ignited! Soon, she enters a dance contest with Javier in hopes of winning the grand prize for his impoverished family. Along the way they learn the lambada, scream viva la revolución! and validate their love in a silhouetted beach tent scene. (Which, by the way, provides the most awkward post-deflowering dialogue weve heard since junior college.) Either way, theres no reason to ever see a movie about dancing, dirty or otherwiseespecially one whose biggest selling point is a weather-beaten Patrick Swayze cameo.