Theatre review: Dirty Dancing

What a strange tale is Dirty Dancing, the smash-hit 1987 film now – 30 years on – touring the UK in this stage version directed by Federico Bellone. Set in a mountain resort in the Catskills in the summer of 1963, it’s a tale about class, set against the backdrop of the Kennedy presidency and the rising civil rights movement; if you want a brief forewarning of the Trump revolution, 50 years ahead, listen to the speech given by our gorgeous working-class hero Johnny when he first hears that Baby, the liberal doctor’s daughter he’s fallen in love with, plans to march for black civil rights. “I don’t see anyone marching for my rights,” he says. “My brother’s unemployed, what about his rights?”