I love using the internet to reconnect with random and obscure pieces of nostalgia from my childhood. When I was a kid, I loved a dance movie (who didn’t?). Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Flashdance. Dirty Dancing. Fast Forward. Haven’t heard of that last one? Fast Forward tells the tale of 8 struggling performers from Sandusky, Ohio who set off to NYC with a hope and a dream to win a record label’s annual talent showcase. I loved this corny mess and watched it on replay. It was directed by Sidney Poitier and Quincy Jones served as the executive music producer, but don’t let those names fool you into thinking this is a quality film. Everything about Fast Forward is totally silly. It also has everything I like in one movie: 1) A delightful apartment makeover montage; 2) A dance-off; 3) Women fighting off rapists by kicking them in the balls; and 5) Dance pant moose knuckles. Furthermore, upon rewatching, I’m pretty sure this floppy disco-tittied movie is the origin of my own personal anti-bra policy.
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