I saw A Chorus Line in 1985, when I was reviewing movies in the Bay Area, duly reviewed it for my paper, and probably within a week or so I'd forgotten everything about it. That's what's wrong with it. I can still remember long stretches of other Eighties movie musicals because they were so mind-bogglingly terrible (hello, Flashdance and Staying Alive), while I can remember a few sequences from Footloose because they had charm and because I liked Kevin Bacon, even though I thought the plot was dumb. But A Chorus Line, the movie, evaporated in my mind almost immediately. If I hadn't read the posts below I'd have had to look it up even to tell you who was in it or who directed it. I didn't love it; I didn't hate it; it was just there. And then gone.