‘Dancing Queens’ Movie Review: Musical Drama That Goes Nowhere

In Dancing Queens young woman Dylan misses the dancing she used to do when she was the head of a dance school. One day, when she walks into a club where drag performances are done, her urge to be on stage comes alive once again. Helena Bergstrom directs this dance film; she is additionally the writer alongside Denize Karabuda. The film is made by Joana Sorobetea at Sweetwater Productions with Colin Nutley and conjointly Mikael Bergkvist as the executive producer. The story of this film revolves around Dylan Pettersson (Molly Nutley), a 23-year-old girl who belongs to a small island within the Bohuslan ground, having huge dance wishes. The lady has talked regarding the cleansing at the troubled drag club queens; at that moment, the club’s star dancer and creator (Fredrik Quinones) accidentally identified the hidden talent of Dylan. She urgently desires to be a district of the show, however, she’s a woman – and it’s a haul show. 

Dancing Queen is that rare program that centers a gay, androgynous protagonist rather than sidelining him to a “Fairy Godmother” stock character. This wise and nurturing trope sometimes imparts humility or guides a straight character through a crisis — suppose Queer Eye, Dallas Buyers Club, etc. Johnson is a mentor to his women, however, the Ainsley's and Kianas of the world can never be ready to upstage him onscreen.

From this hokey premise — composed from equal parts “Flashdance,” “Burlesque” and “Yentl,” excluding their combined camp worth — “Dancing Queens” goes obscurity particularly stunning, and at nearly 2 hours, takes its sweet time in doing so. Separate from her gradually fulfilled terpsichorean ambitions, and despite Nutley’s unforced charm, Dylan remains a bit of an empty vessel: then again her strictly platonic friendship with Victor, there’s very little in the way of a personal arc to supplement her foreseeable career progress.

There’s a stimulating film to be created regarding girls cracking the drag scene, shuffling through advanced layers of individuality and identification, however, this innocuous feel-good trifle hasn’t specifically found it. When, left alone within the club one night, our heroine busts out some spontaneous moves to Gloria Gaynor’s immortal “I Will Survive,” we don’t feel the acceptable euphoria: Where the best drag queens genuinely cause you to believe they’re lipsyncing for their lives, Dylan’s survival has never appeared doubtful.

Final Score – [4.3/10]
Reviewed by – Ritika Kispotta
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