Dirty Dancing is basically a perfect film, and it only gets better on repeat viewing. The film quickly sets up an environment simmering with both class tension and libidinal possibility before smashing through a range of liberal delusions over the course of 100 minutes or so. Find me another film that manages to span reproductive rights, workplace conflict, slutshaming, the nuclear family, the myth of meritocracy, even the complexity of a tender masculinity, a) at all, b) without tubthumping, c) while being genuinely engaging and socially plausible. The dance scenes are fantastic and beautifully shot, with a clear effort to elevate female desire, and while there are better actors than Patrick Swayze, he straddles a physicality and softness that is…