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FOOTLOOSE.
I always found the movie ace, after watching it tripping once. Yesterday the song came on in the shoppping centre, and I knew how a cat feels when ze's presented with a ball of string.
KICK OFF YOUR SUNDAY SHOES, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
I can share, and top that. Last Friday night, I was staying in to prepare for a ruinous Saturday when I discovered what the double-feature on free-to-air TV was: Flashdance and Footloose.
YEAH.
I'd never realised how shit Laura Branigan's voice was, though I still have to admit to singing along to Gloria. (And Footloose, yes. Though I wasn't as impressed with the big dance off scene as I used to be. Now, I dig the "I'm gonna work out my frustrations on this shitty, small, no-fun town through dance!" scene much more.
Also, I'd never fully appreciated how ugly Chris Penn was, before. Woah.
SO yeah. Gloria and Footloose. And, as of last night (once more), the soundtrack to Cabaret. There's something so deliciously nasty about Joel Grey, even though most people I know blanch at showtunes, the ingrates. |
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