I wonder if "Coyote Ugly" counts as a dance movie? Because then it's all cool -- I'm powerless against dance movies. That's, like, a medical condition. If it doesn't count, I have no excuse for the degree to which I love it.
Really though. Maria Bello, a hot Aussie, bouncy pop music, and John Goodman dancing on a bar. Piper Perabo is my own personal demon, I realize. No idea why, but girlfriend rockets me straight up the Kinsey scale.