Well, I'm watching Dirty Dancing, now. It's one of those stupid things TNT does because it can afford to: a Dirty Dancing "marathon", six times in a row. Anyway, I'm going memory-emotional again. But not for the reasons you might think.

See, it's the first time I've actually seen this movie. But I've heard the soundtrack plenty of times. It's one of the CD's we've taken up to the mountains on camping trips in Inyo. So though the movie isn't stirring memories or emotions itself (the plot isn't the best in the world, anyway), the music stirs up visions of desert running by outside the car window. Not to mention the fact that during those long, boring drives, my mind had plenty of time to run off. And, of course, the music led it. So there are plenty of romantic-type feelings going on, despite the fact that the movie itself has failed to be the cause.

Can't really say much more about it, though.

My roommate is coming home tonight, I think. Though I'm not really sure.

Oh, look. They're running one of those commercials promoting it. Yeah, I suppose about half of the good things they say about it are true. Good soundtrack. The dancing' s ok. Hm. Apparently it's one of the most purchased movies. That's interesting. I wonder if I consider it worth it. Probably not, except maybe as just one of those "historical value" landmark movies.

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