By Pat Bataillon
Last night, Sunday, went like this:
Dirty Dancing. Dirty Dancing really doesn’t carry the same family feature weight as a Tim Allen Christmas flick, but it won the coveted Sunday night movie slot last night on ABC Family.
Given that the title presumes dancing in a scandalous manner, I found the dancing to be quite tame with respect to current rap videos. Then, I learned, that this particular movie is supposed to take place in the 50s, not the 80s. That made much more sense. However, the songs were all from the 80s, so that doesn’t really add up. Again, this movie does not need to make any sense because of Mr. Suave himself, Swayze. But Dirty Dancing is no Road House.
Justin Timberlake on MTV. Justin Timberlake thinks he has talent. That is laughable. I did it; I used his name and talent in the same sentence. Now, hasn’t the word “talent” just lost some of its luster? I think so. Patrick Swayze has talent. Ashley (Her father/manager/pimp/I-dye-my-hair-to-be-a-hip-fifty-year-old spells it Ashlee) Simpson has talent. Ashton Kutcher, talent. Carrot Top, talent. Jim Belushi, talent. Mr. Timberlake should just know his role in the music industry, and that is to sing to teenage girls and make no contribution to music in general. Mr. Timberlake should just be happy that he is still able to make a decent paycheck for a couple more years before he disappears. I give him till 2012, and then he is gone for about five years and then resurfaces with a DUI or something of that nature.
MSNBC special on Portland runaways. I will spare you the details. For the record, I didn’t watch all of Dirty Dancing, Justin Timberlake is a hack, and Portland is a beautiful city.
Posted on August 21, 2006