I mean, for Christ's sake, it's just dancing, dancing, dancing. It's one dance number after another. I can tell you that any man who says he enjoys dancing is either gay, coked up, or mentally unstable.
Regular men abhor dancing like they abhor prostate exams and letting their wives drive.
That's because women who have reasonable-sized breasts find out that after a few years of dancing, they wake up one morning and discover their breasts have fled to a foreign country to seek political asylum. It's not exactly a pretty sight. Dancing IS the plot in this film. There's hardly any dialogue or any story and when anything begins to drag, somebody breaks out in a dance number. She's admitted to the prestigious American Ballet Academy, but soon discovers that her form isn't quite up to par, which makes you wonder why they admitted her in the first place.