A clutch of drunken baby boomers fall through the sweaty door, a cartoonish ensemble of bright Technicolor floral patterns mixed with dusty pink and silvery hair on a bleary night out. Their dancing has the heartbreaking grace of the familiar. They've grown accustomed to each other, these couples; their movements are like memories. One man, dancing alone, takes a few clumsy steps, then spills to the floor. All you can see are his feet sticking upward as his friends, all sympathetic smiles,... More >>>