Just finished watching Dirty Dancing. I’ve only seen it once before and that was when I was… 15? Ish? I must have been missing about 5kg worth of hormones and a fully functional emotional network because back then I found it kinda stupid and dull.
What a difference 8 years makes.
Although my mind can’t help analyzing the ending. Ambiguous voice over at the start of film + unlikelihood of relationship success + rather tragic final song = pessimism. But I shall ignore that. I can be a romantic. Occaisionally.
(Source: winnnsleyyy)