By Eleanor Ringel Cater
If someone had told me there was going to be a remake of an early ‘80s dance movie with a one-word title that starts with “F,” I would’ve guessed, without a second’s hesitation, “Flashdance,” starring a very sexy Jennifer Beals (and her body double) as a dancing welder in Pittsburgh.
I would’ve been wrong.
Instead, Hollywood has hired the once-mighty Craig Brewer (“Hustle and Flow”) to direct an almost scene-for-scene remake of “Footloose,” the movie that — along with “Diner” and a few others — launched Kevin Bacon’s career.
Six degrees of separation (and more) later, the new version is unlikely to make a star out of the unfortunately named Kenny Wormald in the Bacon role. Nor do I hold out much hope for the very hot, very determined Julianne Hough as the devil in cut-offs, aka known as the preacher’s (Dennis Quaid) daughter.
Further complicating things: there’s a LAW in Daddy’s town — which, of course, is in the dumb-as-dirt South — against dancing.
Or, more like it, snore….
Aside from hoping for a glance of yourself (or a pal) as an extra (it was filmed in Georgia), I can’t imagine a single good reason to see “Footloose.” But then, apart from that killer Bacon kid, I couldn’t see much reason for watching the first one either.