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Wherever there's magic, there's always somebody yearning to recapture it. But the original Dirty Dancing has a firefly elusiveness. The movie's pleasures are the shivery kind—they mimic the pre-adolescent ripples of anticipation you might have felt before you even had any idea what sex was. It's thrilling and just plain fun to watch the barely-clothed Johnny and Baby practicing a dance lift in a placid lake.

Dirty Dancing is a great illustration of the intersection between camp and coming-of-age stories... I like that it's in this idyllic camp setting that she gets a crash course in class and gender inequities—back ally abortions!—and begins to understand just how shielded she has been from the general messiness of life.

Dirty Dancing is as much about class as it is coming of age, fundamentally altering what camp means by dividing the people who run it and the people who (get to) go. Then sex both articulates and transgresses the division.

Uplifting, energetic, romantic, tender, touching and fun, Dirty Dancing stands proudly as one of the most unforgettable and quintessential movies of its decade. It's a sweet and sweaty dry-humping masterpiece.

The movie is many things at once: a distaff coming-of-age story, a Marxist parable of dancing and sex as simultaneously class-reaffirming and class-leveling forces, a period piece, as well as a backstage musical, with an unwanted pregnancy enabling the aspiring performer to get her big break and shine (thus replacing the traditional 42nd Street ankle injury).