I’m Kayla. I watch a lot of dance films. I also took adult ballet at the Y. My knees pop like bubble wrap, but my heart still beats in 8-counts. These are the movies I keep on my list, the ones I stream on sleepy Sundays or late nights when I need a little stage magic.
I recently came across a candid take on ballet flicks that mirrors (and occasionally challenges) my own favorites—worth a peek if you want another angle on toe-shoe cinema over at this roundup.
And yes, I’ve watched every single one. Sometimes with a soundbar, sometimes on my phone while waiting for laundry. Not ideal, but hey—life.
A quick note before we twirl
- I watched on Netflix, Hulu, the Criterion Channel, and Disney+, plus a few rentals on Apple TV.
- I use subtitles a lot. Ballet films can have soft voices and loud music. The mix swings.
- I spent a whole week bouncing between sketchy F2 streaming mirrors (fun, frayed nerves, and way too many pop-ups—see the full saga here) and learned that an ad-blocker is the real MVP.
- I store snacks on the left arm of my couch. Don’t ask why. It just works.
The Red Shoes (1948) — the one that haunts me
I first watched this on the Criterion Channel with tea in a chipped mug. The color glows. The music swells. The “Red Shoes” ballet scene made me sit up straight like my old teacher was in the room. If you’re curious about how this Technicolor fever dream landed its iconic status, the full story lives over at The Red Shoes (1948 film).
Good: The camera work feels like a dream. You can smell the rosin and paint. It shows how art can grab you by the ribs.
Not so good: It moves at a slow pace. Very old-school drama. If you want modern slang or quick cuts, you’ll sigh.
Would I rewatch? Yes. I do, every winter, with a blanket and a small cry I pretend is “allergies.”
Black Swan (2010) — the one that breaks me a little
I watched this alone because I’m a wimp. It’s sharp, scary, and so tense my shoulders hurt. Natalie Portman’s focus feels real. The rehearsal scenes sting.
Good: The body work looks raw. You hear breaths, shoes, floor. The pressure feels true, even if the story goes dark.
Not so good: It’s horror. It’s graphic at times. It does not show the daily grind of a ballet company in a normal way. Don’t watch with kids. Or with a jumpy dog. Mine barked at the mirror scene. Yeah, that one.
Would I rewatch? Only when I’m ready for it. Then I can’t look away.
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Center Stage (2000) — the one I watch when I need joy
This is a comfort movie. I watched it with my best friend, two pints of ice cream, and zero shame. The final number with Jamiroquai still makes me kick my legs under the coffee table.
Good: Pure fun. Big heart. Ethan Stiefel’s jumps. Zoe Saldana’s attitude and grit. It shows the ballet school vibe I know: blisters, pet peeves, and that one teacher who can hear a sigh from three rooms away.
Not so good: It’s cheesy. The plot is neat and tidy. But who cares? The dance pays the bills.
Would I rewatch? I do… a lot.
If you’re in the mood for something equally exuberant—though more Technicolor than toe shoes—check out What a Way to Go! for a burst of spectacle between pirouettes.
Billy Elliot (2000) — the family hug
I watched this with my brother, who said “ballet is hard?” by the end, which felt like a win. The boy wants to dance. The town says no. The movie says yes. For the back-story on the film’s journey from screen to stage (and all the small-town grit in between), see Billy Elliot.
Good: Warm story. Real stakes. You’ll cheer. Then you’ll Google tap classes. (I did. I chickened out. Maybe next year.)
Not so good: Thick accents for some folks. I used captions.
Would I rewatch? With kids? Yes. With snacks and soft lights.
The Turning Point (1977) — old-school backstage tea
Anne Bancroft and Shirley MacLaine. Mikhail Baryshnikov in peak form. This feels like peeking behind the curtain.
Good: Real company buzz. Dressing room tension. The kind of whisper talk I heard in studio halls.
Not so good: Slow pace. Very 70s. The fight scene is iconic, but the build is quiet.
Would I rewatch? Yes, when I want the “ballet mom vs. dancer” knot in my chest.
Polina (2016) — the pivot we don’t talk about enough
A young dancer flips from classic ballet to modern. I watched it while stretching on the floor and kind of stayed there, thinking.
Good: Soft light, honest choices. Shows how a dancer can change, and that change can be okay.
Not so good: Gentle and slow. Light on big moments. More mood than boom.
Would I rewatch? When I feel stuck. It nudges me.
White Nights (1985) — tap, leaps, and Cold War edges
Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov. The footwork is candy.
Good: Wild pairing. Great music. The dance scenes bang, even now.
Not so good: Some story bits feel dated. But the talent? Still hits.
Would I rewatch? For the dance, absolutely.
Mao’s Last Dancer (2009) — true story, steady heart
I watched this on a plane and teared up into a little napkin. It happens.
Good: Inspiring arc. Shows culture, strain, and how training eats your days and nights.
Not so good: Some acting beats feel flat. But the feeling lands.
Would I rewatch? Yes, when I need a push.
Suspiria (2018) — dance as a spell, and it’s not cute
This is horror with heavy limbs and hard edges. The choreography looks like stone and fire.
Good: The movement serves the fear. It’s bold. You will remember it.
Not so good: Long. Graphic. Not a cozy night.
Would I rewatch? Rarely, but I respect it.
A December thing: Nutcracker odds and ends
I put on some version every year. The Disney one with Misty Copeland has bright sets for kids. Not classic, but pretty. For a real stage feel, I rent filmed company shows from Apple TV or the PBS app. I make hot cocoa and do a very sad plié while the kettle hisses. My cat judges me. He’s right.
What these films get right (and wrong)
What they nail:
- The sound of the studio: breath, shoes, floor.
- How feedback can cut and heal in one note.
- The pull between life and art.
What they miss:
- Body variety. Most casts look the same.
- Foot care. Where are the Epsom salts and needle threads? We live there.
- Money talk. Classes, shoes, and rent are real stress. It shows up in small ways, but not enough.
How I watch, gear-wise
- Subtitles on. Helps with whisper scenes.
- Soundbar or good headphones. Strings can get thin on small speakers.
- If there’s a 4K version, I choose that. Older films may keep film grain. I like it. Feels alive.
- I pause to stretch calves. Old habits.
Quick picks by mood
Friends often text me, “That movie with the red shoes and the dramatic train scene—what’s it called?” I finally nailed a method to hunt down half-remembered films, thanks to this nifty guide. May your next late-night search be shorter.
- Need joy fast: Center Stage
- Want classic art glow: The Red Shoes
- Craving raw intensity: Black Swan
- Family-night heart: Billy Elliot
- Backstage drama, vintage: The Turning Point
- Dance power duo: White Nights
- Quiet rethink-your-path: Polina
- Brave and eerie: Suspiria
- Feel-like-winter: Any Nutcracker you can find
Side note for Central Valley readers: sometimes a marathon of pliés on screen leaves me craving real-world conversation that isn’t all fouettés and