Not Really a Review

I noticed a Flash­dance DVD at the library this week and grabbed it on a whim. 

Katie is watch­ing it. I’m not watch­ing as much as mor­bid­ly fascinated.

I had no idea that it was so crude. I know, I know—the main char­ac­ter is an exot­ic dancer and a welder. But Dan­ger­ous Beau­ty is about a cour­te­san, and it isn’t crude. I come from a blue-col­lar back­ground, and it isn’t all coarse and rough like most of the char­ac­ters in this movie.

And where was Beals going with her accent? The movie is set in Pitts­burgh, and I assume Alex is sup­posed to be a native. She sounds vague­ly British in at least one scene, then south­east­ern Amer­i­can in another.

The accent changes cer­tain­ly aren’t as jar­ring as the oth­er con­ti­nu­ity issues, but I could­n’t help notic­ing them.

Maybe I should just think of it as a series of music videos. The sec­tions that don’t require any speech from Beals are far bet­ter than the rest of the film.