Rating: PG-13 for mild sexuality, violence and language
Run Time: 1 hour, 26 minutes
Patrick Swayze jumps in with two feet as a bit-part dance instructor in this loosely-based “sequel” to his 1987 hit Dirty Dancing.
Guilty pleasure be thy name. Heed the advice of the exotic Cuban dancers at nightclub La Rosa Negra and “feel the music”. In which case the silly scripting and relentlessly conventional structure won’t hurt a bit.
grand tradition of the original, not to mention its Aussie counterpart Strictly Ballroom, a confused young
woman finds herself in alien territory, with only her music to keep her warm at
night. Meet brainy high-schooler Katey
Miller (Romola Garai), whose parents have uprooted her during her senior year
for a fabulous job opportunity in
The year is 1958. Intolerance and racism is rampant and Bautista has his people by their short hairs. When Katey meets proud hotel busboy Javier (Diego Luna), there’s an immediate connection. No stuffy collegiate types for Katey; the girl digs edge.
It goes without saying that Javier slithers and slinks with nothing but his inner Cuban spirit to guide him, but Katey desires structure. Local dance-man Johnny Castle (Swayze) to the rescue, advising her to “move through your fear and connect with yourself”. The rest is boogie-woogie history.
Havana Nights has big shoes to fill, and it doesn’t try to go there. The filmmakers choose a gentler approach, smoothly mixing dance, politics, and parental disapproval, with a little revolution thrown in for good measure. All for a classic spin on coming of age on the dance floor.
the rhythm, both on and off terra firma, while Luna absorbs his obvious
discomfiture by tripping the light fantastic with a vengeance. The decadent
glamour of old-time