Because we don’t like you to try new things without our express permission, we took it upon ourselves to give the Pyjama Party: Dance Edition at the cushy Prince Charles Cinema a whirl – six films, ten hours, millions of jazz hands. With booze. And a onesie. Under the dictionary definition of “a good time”, you will find a picture of us attempting the Dirty Dancing lift, at 6am, blind drunk.
Is it time for the lovely relaxing weekend yet? Is it hell; you know the rules, nobody gets to go home until two of Best For Film’s crankiest writers (and none of us boast what you might call a sunny disposition) have it out on a contentious topic. This week it’s dance films; where do you stand?