There are a lot of things that are popular and commercial, but aren't very good. Or are just good enough. Consider Justin Bieber: It's not that the kid isn't talented; it's that he's only just talented enough.
In the documentary Welcome to Kutsher's: The Last Catskills Resort, filmmakers attempt to revisit a time gone by and answer the question, "What was it about the Catskills, and Kutsher's in particular, that made going there such a unique and cherished experience?"
In 2009, after 23 years of marriage, my husband and I split up, my mother died and I went into a deep hole. It was a time of intense grief and I just had to work my way out of it, slowly. And then, in the summer of 2010, I was invited to dance in a flash mob in Washington Square Park.
If I learned anything from the 3D trend, it's that every big movie deserves a second rodeo if it comes back in a different form. But further pondering led me to realize that not every film would be quite so successful sans dialogue.
Last month, Lionsgate announced plans to indeed remake Dirty Dancing. With pretty much every beloved 80s film going under the remake knife, it was only a matter of time before the adventures of Johnny and Baby got the revamp treatment.
The way to do a remake right, as evidenced by the 2004 monstrosity Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, is to give it a colon, a subtitle, and a plot preferably set outside U.S. borders. This alerts the potential viewer to the fact that it will suck.