Stephen has a good post on really bad films. I have never understood the appeal of the dreadful Dirty Dancing, nor its passage into Rocky Horror-style cult status.
So this Guardian piece about staying in Baby’s cabin is my idea of the naughty step times a thousand: a sort of cultural Guantanamo Bay. Will someone explain why this film is still allowed to be shown in public places, let alone to inspire holidays?
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