Some friends and I watched this now-18-year-old flick last weekend, and all I can say is . . . what a feeling.
The plot concerns 18 year-old Alex, welder by day, dancer by night, who lives in a converted Pittsburgh warehouse loft and dreams of becoming a ballerina as her grandmother once was. (How Alex has managed to acquire exceptional dance AND blowtorch skills by her 18th birthday is never explained.)
As Alex "chases" her dream (she can't even work up the nerve to take an application to the local dance school from its frosty secretary), things happen. What happens and why is also largely unexplained, but the main sub-plot concerns the blossoming relationship between Alex and the owner of her construction company (who is perhaps twice her age but owns a Porsche). One minute Alex is shy and reluctant to date the boss; the next she's slipping off her bra while asking him if he's ever "seen" the music. On a later date, she's seductively sucking crab legs in a chic restaurant when his ex-wife (looking like some lost tsarina in her enormous fur hat) comes out of nowhere and provokes a verbal cat-fight, provoking Alex to reveal her revealing "tuxedo vest." And when Alex finds out that her man has used his influence to get her a dance audition at the school, she transforms into a wild-eyed, chain-smoking, trenchcoat-wearing hellion. (There's also a sub-plot about rescuing a friend from the "bad" nude dance club--as opposed to the good one where Alex dances--that is little more than melodramatic filler . . . well, there's a lot of filler, and still the movie barely makes 90 minutes. Not that that's really a bad thing.)
The soundtrack is engaging; some of the dancing is exhilarating (even though Jennifer Beals didn't do most of it!). However, this movie is neither a romance nor a drama: it's a long, warped music video. Taken as such, it can be fun. Enjoy for some '80's nostalgia--what a feeling indeed.