Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

I just finished watching Dirty Dancing Havana Nights and my imagination is still wandering around Cuba and coloring the curves of wild dance moves. The movie gave me a small dose of the rhythm that pushes the boundaries of the known world and screams to introduce you to the intoxicating power of pleasures. It definitely pushes the boundaries of my lonely Brooklyn room.

Dirty Dancing Havana Nights is one of the movies that people discouraged me to see. "The first part is classic but this one is just weak," they said. Nevertheless, I wanted to see it. The story line is more than familiar - the impossible attraction between a wealthy white girl and a poor Hispanic boy during the revolution. To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the action. What I like about the movie are the vivid images of the Cuban life, its music and the spell that dance brings. My eyes always seek the same scene: how the light curtains of a colorfully painted house spread, gently touched by the wind, to show the calm green hues of palms. And under the palms tanned middle-aged people smile widely with their well-ordered teeth and dark olive eyes. Then you slowly step out of the wall-sized window to join the people and absorb their happiness, inspiration and sunlight.

Although you may not like Dirty Dancing Havana Nights' storyline and the way it is served, I still encourage you to see the movie. Because it can trigger hidden scenes in your mind waiting to be released to push the boundaries of your lonely room.