so i got a text message from ben a few hours ago - patrick swayze died today.
i mean, it was public knowledge that he was ill, but it's still heartbreaking. i suppose that the death of most celebrities is overrated, as good, important, brilliant, lovely people die everyday, but i grew up on dirty dancing! it's one of my favorite movies of all time, and it always will be. premise: a teenager nicknamed baby, goes away for the summer to a holiday camp with her family (that she seems miserable at), but then she falls in lust with the dance instructor, johnny (who is uber-hot). what girl wouldn't want to be swept off her feet by him? seriously - don't pretend that you didn't have a crush on him too! if not for his amazing dance-ability, then you at least wanted to take up pottery at some period - ghost was one of the first movies that ever made me cry (that ending is a tear-jerker). and, okay, maybe point break and road house weren't his greatest accomplishments (although both still entertaining), but the man had talent, that's for sure, and he will surely be missed.
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