As a child of the eighties, I feel it is important to share with you the many ways the eighties shaped my life as well as the lives of others. Not only did I grow up in the eighties, I grew up in the eighties in Southern California, which I would mark as the epicenter of “80’s” phenomenon. I was a dancer and I had curly hair. Actually it wasn’t even properly curly it was wavy and thus did not feather, though I tried. I tried and tried with not very encouraging results. Feather bangs aside, today’s edition is about the romantic drama film that is Flashdance, specifically “Maniac.” Maniac is a very simple workout-montage somewhere in the first bit of the film to show how hard it is to be a dancer and a welder living alone in this giant world and warehouse we call home. Not unlike the Full Monty knocking Madam Maniac for her crap welds, her workout to a dancer yields similar disgust. Yes, I suppose you’re right, it really isn’t about a brief insight into a dancer training session practicing to be accepted into a ballet academy, it’s a scene to show you Jennifer Beals bum ( or Marine Jahan, rather ). Oh but the vigorous stretching, the hair flipping and the signature feet pitter-patting. This is where I’d like to set the eighties dancer training straight. Dancers in the eighties do not pitter-patter. In fact, I see at least three injuries resulting from such an exercise. What a maniac. I now leave you with this to enjoy, analyze, reminisce or get to know a little slice of ’83.
My husband gave me a cd with hot eighties tunes, so this is totally his fault.