Astaire and Rogers. Gene Kelly. The Nicholas Brothers. Joe “How much for the Cheetos and water?” Mangianello. Ed Harris? Watch the four-time Oscar-nominated actor’s sweet-ass dance moves from George Romero’s 1982 horror anthology Creepshow and decide for yourself.
OK. So. Hmm. The second coming of Gene Kelly he ain't. But there's a special kind of skill in the dance moves Harris busts out here, no? Has anyone ever managed to make the art of dance look so distinctly unsexy? So graceless and dorky, yet simultaneously so full of unearned self-confidence? So... balding?
Harris goes for the Triple Crown of bad dancing here—white guy dancing, dad dancing, and preppy douchebag dancing. He threads the needle flawlessly, and he does it with an obnoxious head waggle. This is a guy who, in the very next scene, goes for a stroll in a cemetery, finds a mostly empty bottle of Johnnie Walker just lying around, and decides to drink some of it. The man's an idiot. Then he promptly gets killed by way of a reanimated corpse dropping a tombstone onto his head. Disco boogie your way to the glorious heights of heaven, sweet prince.