Nothing here makes much sense but it’s at least notable as a primary source, an artefact.
She’s a welder in a Pittsburgh steel mill, an exotic dancer and aspiring ballerina, and quite the beauty. That’s how I imagine the pitch went. But with the thrown-in goodies of a music video aesthetic, Giorgio Moroder on soundtrack duties.
Trends mostly do not emerge by design, and Flashdance (1983) is the accidental genesis of the high-concept archetype that would come to define the ’80s for today’s moviegoer – all surface sheen, the iconic glossy image, negligible characterisation, but with all the requisite ingredients that comprise the popcorn experience.
It’s rubbish but it’s historical.
And this scene is ridiculous beyond belief:
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 