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Score: 7.6 / 10 
Footloose
Well, I hope we all stayed up late last night to watch Footloose - arguably the finest Kevin Bacon movie ever made.
It's a beautiful story, lavishly told, but I'm afraid I have to side with the town elders. Kevin's 'let it all hang out and dance' philosophy may be fine in an ideal world and, sure, a little bit of heel-toe, heel-toe sideways shuffling never hurt anybody. But let's face it... in an ideal world we would not have been cursed with the macarena, would we?
So, Kevin, take your 'dance your cares away' mantra back to Fraggle Rock where it belongs and let the grownups get on with dealing with the complexities of the real world. Sure, it starts harmlessly enough with a bit of Kenny Loggins magic, it ends with innocent 12-year-old girls selling their bodies just so they can get another 'fix' (hip underground scene lingo) of Rick Astley.
Next thing you know, nuns are setting up booths where those completely smacked off their face on Mel and Kim or hooked on Bros or worse can come in and get the fix they need without clogging up the streets with their wretched misshapen lives.
People are dying, Kevin!! Wake up to yourself before you go-go.
(And no, I am not even going to mention the evil that is the Achy Breaky Line Dance Thing. There is evil, and then there is ee-vil.)
Begone,
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