Film: Review – Footloose (2011) - Page 2
Andie MacDowell, the Reverend's wife Vi, falls short the most tellingly though, in a less compelling showing than her oft-seen face cream adverts.
Luckily Miles Teller is on hand as redneck dance-o-phobe Willard to give some much-needed comic relief, and is graced with the most memorable lines and moments in the film, such as being taught to dance by eight-year-old girls accompanied by a Barbie jukebox.
Dancing does, of course, still feature heavily through the film, embracing a number of different styles, and fits in more naturally than something like a musical where characters would undoubtedly burst into it every other scene.
The choreography of the group numbers is stellar and really has some infectious energy, not least the film's signature tune – this time around given a slightly more country and upbeat feel compared to the original.
Comparisons to the 1984 flick are inevitable and there are differences – the town has moved states and the game of chicken happens on school buses rather than tractors, for example – but really there isn't anything which seems glaringly out of place. There are some nice nods to the original, such as Wormald donning Kevin Bacon's signature red tux for the finale, but really this is a film of its own, making a small but clear message of everything in moderation.
In the end the film won't convert those who can't stand seeing fresh-faced young teens dance their socks off, but for a film about dancing, you get a fair amount more than just a quick-step.