Film review: Cuban Fury

Undated Film Still Handout from Cuban Fury. Pictured: Nick Frost (Bruce Garrett). See PA Feature FILM Film Reviews. Picture credit should read: PA Photo/Studio Canal. WARNING: This picture must only be used to accompany PA Feature FILM Film Reviews.

A fresh-faced John Travolta swivelled his hips to perfection in 1977’s Saturday Night Fever and six years later, Jennifer Beals traded her welder’s mask for ballet pumps in the sweat-drenched Flashdance.

Dirty Dancing sent 1980s teenage hearts into a swoon as Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey performed that iconic overhead lift to the rousing (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life.

Australian director Baz Luhrmann was king of the dance floor in 1992 with Strictly Ballroom and more recently, Jamie Bell proved a miner’s son likes to boogie in the Oscar-nominated fairytale Billy Elliot.

Now, Nick Frost kicks up his heels in Cuban Fury, a rags-to-sequins tale of a one-time dance champion, who rediscovers his mojo in order to impress a woman.

The film means well and has its heart in the right place, but unfortunately, the script performs horrible missteps with some of the peripheral characters.