Shall We Dance (2004)
(On TV, November 2020) I haven’t seen the Japanese film on which Shall We Dance is based, but the American remake is, in a word, charming. It’s about a married man who starts attending dance classes in an effort to escape his increasingly boring life. The wife soon suspects something, and ends up hiring a private detective who’s amused to find out that the truth is not about adultery. There are additional shenanigans thanks to the other dancers, and a competition that consumes much of the third act, but the film is really about dancing in a way that has grown increasingly rare since the end of the golden era of musical comedies. (Fittingly, there’s a shout-out to The Band Wagon.) Richard Gere is quite likable in the lead, helped along with supporting performances from a motley crew of Susan Sarandon, a superb Jennifer Lopez, Bobby Cannavale and Richard Jenkins, with an unusually good turn from Nick Cannon in a supporting role and a very enjoyable performance from Stanley Tucci. I liked the unusual romantic angle of the film, with the main character interested but not exactly pursuing another romantic interest at the dance studio, providing inspiration for the other woman but ultimately returning even more strongly to his wife. The direction is unobtrusive most of the time, although it does let the actors show off some dance movies (including a surprisingly buff Tucci), and ends with a very nicely stylized epilogue. Shall We Dance is not supposed to be particularly deep or meaningful, but it’s pleasant enough to be watchable without effort, and pleasantly harkens back to an earlier tradition of dance movies.