Lovers of terrible cinema need to discover this French musical that neatly and musically explains what happens when straight French men discover SINGIN IN THE RAIN and decide to dedicate their lives to making misery for their families... because they also need to be Gene Kelly and dance in nightclubs...!!! Someone in the writing department of this film company has got their 'Genes' mixed up.....The start of this film has some blather about our Genes (and apparently our Gene Kellys) reactivating repeat behavior between generations, so for example if Dad decided he did not want any more of married life and decided to abandon his family for a career on the stage, well his son and grandson might do the same. In the case of I'VE JUST GONE FOR A DANCE which is the title of this nightclub opus using the recurring idea that once a bloke sees SINGIN IN THE RAIN he just HAS to abandon the wife and son and seek to eke the tap dance world of nightclubs, ignoring the pleas of abandoned wife and child, because he a: MUST dance (no matter how badly) and b: MUST find his father, thus repeating the cycle in the genes. Personally I cannot wait for the Baz Luhrmann remake or later the Bollywood ripoff. Somehow scenes from SINGIN IN THE RAIN have been licensed and some fantasy sequences in this film are designed to match those of Cyd Charisse and Kelly. But, and it is a big scary butt, the leading man here is like Robert de Niro on roller skates, clomping through various tap routines at work and in the basement, irritating his neglected wife and child, becoming a hobo at one stage and pestering passers by for job possibilities. When he discovers Pepe's nightclub, we are treated to the most jaw dropping hilarious dance routine this side of GUMNAAM...our intrepid tap-dancing hero does a Tony Manero (Sat Night Fever) version, tap-dancing to the BustaMove 90s house-music hit with the words: "Get your boogie on the floor tonight, make my day" ...the audience applaud but the viewer (you and I) just scream. I HAVE JUST GONE FOR A DANCE has a rude and selfish hero, marriage bust ups, abandonment and angst... and it is all the fault of Gene Kelly's SINGIN IN THE RAIN. You go figure. Our hero calls himself Gene Broadway. Whoooaaahhhhh! He watches Gene Kelly's dancing in the rain scene over and over as if to work out from which puddle our hero got his life all wrong..so he actually morphs back to 1952 and confronts Kelly and the crew.....! It should work as a comedy and as an unintentional comedy it sort of does. As a drama, it is so hilarious it becomes an astonishing comedy of very mixed up intentions. No I am not making this up.
