The Dirty Dancing Remake or This Can’t Be Happening!!

There are so many reasons to scream NOOOOOOOO and break out in cold sweats/itchy hives. The fact that Lionsgate Studio just announced plans to remake Dirty Dancing is but one of them.

The remake is being positioned as Dirty Dancing for a “new generation” (which is odd, considering they still plan on using music from the 1960s), and will be directed by Kenny Ortega, who was the original film’s choreographer. A release date has not been announced, nor has anyone been announced to star, though I have a sneaking suspicion it’s going to wind up being someone like James Franco (uh-oh, I think I may have just tempted the universe) and, oh, I don’t know…Mila Kunis. No! Lady Gaga. No! Daniel Radcliffe.

OK. I’ll stop now. Because I could go on forever with possible (though never actual) replacements for Jennifer Grey’s iconic Baby Houseman.

Oh no. And now that I’m thinking about it, isn’t replacing Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing basically putting Baby in a corner?

Yeah. It is. And that’s really not cool. Here, this shot of Baby carrying a watermelon should cheer you up. It worked for me.

Baby Carries a Watermelon

Sass Wagon

Sass Wagon (or Dana, if you prefer formality) grew up in Pennsylvania in the 80s and 90s. She kinda needs a haircut.

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2 thoughts on “The Dirty Dancing Remake or This Can’t Be Happening!!

  1. Doug says:

    I never understood the “baby in a corner” line. I know what it is supposed to me, but I just don’t think it works. I guess the rest of my generation disagrees, but I still think it is oddly worded or phrased or set-up or something.

  2. It is so wonderfully awkward that I used it as often as a I can. Say I am at the dinner table and only one roll is left and my sister snatches it up. She smiles and reaches for the butter. I grab it, pop it in my mouth and with a mouth full of golden flakey biscuit, I say, Ner vun poots bavy in the cormer.

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