Movie Details
| Title: | Dance or Die | |
| Director: | Richard W. Munchkin | |
| Year: | 1987 | |
| Genre: | Musical | |
| Times Seen: | 1 | |
| Last Seen: | 02.24.10 |
Other Movies Seen By This Director (0)
| Date Viewed | Venue | Note |
| 02.24.10 | Home VHS | On Friday night after watching Cast A Deadly Spell I tried to watch this movie on VHS. I've had a copy for a while, and have never gotten around to watching it. The VHS cover - which features a ballet dancer's foot balancing on the tip of a knife - looked so incredible that I'd been saving it for a special occasion. Plus, the movie has one of my all-time favorite back-of-the-box descriptions: "Jason Chandler wants just two things in life: to stay off drugs, and to choreograph a dance show that rivals Flashdance." Hot Damn. Unfortunately, my VHS crapped out 20 minutes into the screening, and not even a switch to my back-up VCR could help. So I had to call it a night. But I managed to track down another copy, and since there's not Horror Movie Night this week, we decided to give this one another chance. Damon brought Jenny, Marcus brought beer, and my wife joined Wednesday Movie Night for the first time. The movie was, simply put, glorious. Jason is a recovering junkie. His sobriety is put in danger by the fact that his roommate is a drug dealer. (But just for 4.5 more months... then he's gonna retire, buy a nice car, and tell his dad "fuck you very much for all your help.") His life is put in danger by the fact that his drug-dealing roommate gets murdered by a local crime boss named Turtle, but hides something Turtle wants in the Jason's house before he dies, and now Turtle wants Jason to find it (even though he never bothers to say what "it" is) or else. That plot would be enough for most movies, but here it doesn't even take up a majority of the film's runtime. Instead we're treated to sequence after sequence of allegorical dance scenes (they are similar in style - though not quite as good - as the landlord's one-man show in The Big Lebowski), night-time drives down the Las Vegas strip, sexytime courtship between Jason and a big-haired 80's cliché powerwoman, AA meetings (which inevitably feature a pitcher of water with a giant "AA" stencil on the side), and awkward banter between Jason and his AAA sponsor (who inexplicably keeps pulling him *out* of AA meetings). You know what? Fuck it. Here's the tweets: :: Time for DANCE OR DIE with @themarc, @zombiefreak, Mel, & Jenny! http://twitpic.com/1567br :: Who brings a giant aquarium to a picnic? #danceordiehttp://twitpic.com/156auu http://twitpic.com/156aus :: This is happening. #danceordie http://twitpic.com/156bf5 :: "Listen, junkie wetbrain. Give me what I want or you'll wake up with your dick nailed to the floor." #danceordie http://twitpic.com/156gko :: "I'm too old for you. I had my first abortion at age 16." #danceordie http://twitpic.com/156gx1 :: My Wife: "There's too much dancing in this movie. Needs more dying." #danceordie :: #danceordie is 75% dancing, 20% night-time Vegas drives, and 30% scenes of Jason answering threatening calls from Turtle the drug dealer. :: Abortion Chick: "I like turtles." Jason: "That's not good enough." AC: "Then go fuck yourself." Hot damn, I love #danceordie :: Sadly #danceordie is over too soon. I wish it could have lasted forever. :: Post- #danceordietrailer for LA CRACKDOWN and LA CRACKDOWN II is just reading quotes http://twitpic.com/156n33 http://twitpic.com/156mys If that doesn't make you want to watch Dance Or Die, then you're probably not the kind of person who'd like Dance Or Die. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Well, actually, there is. Go see Dance Or Die or you'll wake up with your dick nailed to the floor. |