Sometimes everybody gets in the mood for a good, old-fashioned dance movie. There’s a plot really just so that dancing can come up as much as possible. There’s dancing really so that the lead actors can reveal their rippling stomachs and taut legs.

But dance movies are probably about the most mindless kind of movies to watch, and that’s what I’m in the mood for right now. Awesomely choreographed, impossibly coordinated group numbers? Yes, please.

Here are two mini-caps of the dancing entertainment in which I partook this weekend:

Dirty Dancing. I made it through my teenaged years without seeing Dirty Dancing. I know it’s hard to believe. This Patrick Swayze/Jennifer Grey vehicle focuses around a summer camp for rich families to vacation, eat and learn to dance. Patrick Swayze (who was actually a member of the Joffrey Ballet) plays a soulful ballroom dancing instructor named Johnny Castle whose heart is ripped apart by the rich women who sleep with him, and then throw him aside when it’s time to go back to reality. Jennifer Grey plays a rich, aspiring-humanitarian teen named Baby (or Frances) who is on her way to Mount Holyoke in the fall. They fall in love when Swayze’s friend needs to undergo an abortion, and Baby takes her spot. The movie isn’t very gross—Baby doesn’t want to become a professional dancer; she doesn’t say that she won’t go to college. She just starts to realize the gap between socioeconomic classes exists—something that she didn’t know before.

Flashdance. Unfortunately, Flashdance is a nasty and completely irrational movie also made in the 1980’s. Jennifer Beals plays Alex Owens, a woman who wants to be a ballet dancer who in inexplicably a welder at a Pittsburgh steel mill. She has never taken a ballet class in her life, but she earns her ballet chops by dancing at an exotic nightclub every night. Alex’s foreman at the steel mill, Nick Hurley, sees her perform at the nightclub, and then begins pursuing her. She keeps telling him no, but Nick knows that when women say no, they really mean yes! Eventually, despite a substantial—and substantially gross—age difference and salary discrepancy—not to mention boss and worker relationship—they start dating. Eventually, he secures her an audition with the ballet company, and, even though it seems that she has absolutely no experience, she gets in, of course. Hollywood, sometimes you can put in a bit—just a little bit—of reality into  your movies. It really doesn’t ruin anything.