1. From the New York City Ballet, and filmed the day after the anniversary of 9/11, "New Beginnings":
2. And from the very young and rather flawless B-Girl Terra, a routine for Jungle's "Platoon":
Here is what you need to understand about dance movies: there are rules.
A few of the most important:
1. There must be a (hot) male lead and (hot) female lead, both of whom can dance. Preferably, these leads must have slightly different dance "styles" that will, through the course of 90 minutes, turn into a sweet dance alchemy evidenced in one or more dance finales. These leads are, for better or (usually) worse, white, because obviously white people are solidly B+ dancers/make marketing executives less nervous.
2. There must be a supporting cast of dance characters. This is where the non-white people get to shine. This is also [...]
"In the 1840s, when Marie Taglioni went on pointe for a few seconds in La Sylphide, her momentary weightlessness became an icon of the transcendent power of ballet. A pair of her shoes sold for 200 rubles and was cooked and eaten by her admirers." —Was Marie the white swan and were her admirers black swans, or was Marie the black swan and were her admirers geese? The Atlantic's Suzanne Fischer recaps the rise and repercussions of the pointe shoe. [20 minutes of internet searching passes.] Aaand this appears to have been linked to all over yesterday, so apologies if this is particularly old news. [Via]