Cry to Me

Rest in peace, Patrick Swayze. How many 80s girls discovered what having a bad boy crush was all about because of Dirty Dancing? No matter the tabloid pictures of how he looked toward the end of his battle with cancer, and no matter how many crappy films he made, he'll always be Johnny Castle. And every uncertain, shy, brainy, not-yet-discovered-her-own-power adolescent can be his Baby...

NOTE: I realize now it's in French. Just pay attention to the dancing!

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