In Class 8, I wanted to order a copy of Dirty Dancing from the local video library (VCR format!). My mother who paid the video tab did not approve; the title was suggestive, and not appropriate for a 13-year old. But to give her credit, she did not deny me the movie. She screened it, first, by watching it herself!
Now, this could have worked against me. However, it passed muster because this particular copy was probably the most censored copy of DD in all of the Middle East!
So, I got to watch it, and till date it is one of my favourite films. When I mean ‘favourite’, I am talking about that category of films one can watch a million times.
I reviewed the Indian rip-off of Dirty Dancing titled Holiday, a very inferior, ill-conceived and shoddily made copy of its American prototype.
Today, I feel sad that Patrick Swayze is dead. I watched three of his films, Dirty Dancing, Ghost and City Of Joy, and loved him in every one of them, and it is not merely because I am a fan who digs brawny dudes who move like swans. He brought a certain sincerity and innocence that contrasted perfectly with his rugged looks, and gravelly baritone.
Sniff.
Tags: city of joy, dirty dancing, ghost, holiday, middle east, patrick swayze
written with alot of passion