Every week I go to a tango dance party at a ballroom studio, which means I get to look at a subset of people that are creepily fascinating. They have the bodies of Olympic athletes, they practice in $600 practicewear, and they have questionable taste in music.

Speaking of questionable taste, let’s talk about Strictly Ballroom!

Nutshell: It’s almost the Pan-Pacific Grand Prix, and hunky, rebellious Scott doesn’t have a partner. What’s this? An ugly beginner with fantastic feet? Too bad THEY can’t dance together! Wait, she’s taking her glasses off – she’s foxy! Hell, let’s dance!

“ARMS, CLAREY.”
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