Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

This sweet, sometimes clunky chick flick is a likable teen romance, but not likely to arouse the giddy swoons Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey generated back in '87.

Bad movie, lame plot, poor acting. Don't bother.

The dynamics of Havana Nights haven't the urgency of the first Dirty Dancing.

Pure schmaltz, but not without its share of feel-good entertainment value.

Next to Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, the first picture is like something out of the golden age of Hollywood.

A horribly routine star-crossed romance job with none of the spunk or humanity that made its oh-so-better forebear a generational classic.

It challenges its audience to ask questions, namely, 'Why?' Why was this movie even made?

Aside from the triteness of the dialogue, the mathematical predictability of the script and the muddling of numbskulled politics, DD: HN is a fairly enjoyable experience.

Provides entertainment sophisticated enough to entrance a sophomore in high school.