The opening scene of One Last Dance is highly promising, there's some beautiful dancing by the professionals, and a few great monologues delivered by Lisa Niemi, but the rest of the movie is a series of inexplicable mini-melodramas punctuated by some truly atrocious acting from Patrick Swayze. I can't tell whether he can't settle on an accent or if he really talks like that. This is a shame, because it's obviously a labor of love, and I wanted to like it a lot.
I did like that we finally get to see them dance (almost) the entirety of the piece without interruption, which is quite a long stretch of film, but in the end, I don't understand at all why the has-been dancers were the principals in the first place, rather than teaching the younger dancers the piece. Revivals are typically adapted to the current composition of a company.
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