If you take nothing else away from this review, remember that the remake of Footloose is a little film that just so happened to get a wide release instead of going straight to DVD. Like a country cover of a classic rock and roll song, it’s hard to decide who ever wanted this film to exist in the first place. But, like that catchy little nightmare, Footloose is fun and easy, and it is probably not worth the effort of changing the station.

There are also some scenes that have been in every other dance movie of the last half decade, but what do you expect when the male lead was a backup dancer in half of those flicks? Footloose is one of those movies that may end up a guilty pleasure film of a modern generation of Gleeks or the film that people buy each other for Christmas as a gag gift, but it’s also one of those movies that will likely end up on premium TV three times a day and you’ll be pretty tempted to just leave it on in the background. With enough nods to the original to be respectful and minimal effort to highlight Ren’s Boston accent, this movie is grass-fed beef – with a little bit of possum.