Roseanne Barr once said in an early stand-up routine that God created gay men so fat women would have somebody to dance with. OK, so the man dancing here with some old, overweight socialites isn't really gay, it's still the same premise. After all, in "Wonder Bar" the very same year, an obvious gigolo gets rid of his female dance partner to dance with another man. For professional escort Reginald Denny, his clients are a combination of older, desperate social matrons and a very bored society wife (Natalie Moorhead), married to the much older but wealthy Edmund Breese. When Denny dumps Moorhead, she is upset to overhear her stepdaughter Judith Allen planning a date with him, and cruelly informs her of her own involvement with him, convincing Allen to dump him. When Moorhead is suddenly found dead, mystery erupts and the suspects are galore!
While the list of suspects in Moorhead's murder are many, each of their relationships with her are explained in detail, making her character the most fascinating in the film. This is one of the more above average "B" films from the poverty row studios, briskly paced and well thought out. Moorhead's demise only some 25 minutes into the film deprives the viewer of her imperious presence; She truly remains one of the great forgotten vamps of the silver screen and one who deserves more than just a passing mention in film history. Allen gets some great dramatic moments too, and Breese is outstanding as Moorhead's elderly husband, especially in a scene where he has to both mourn her and deal with the truth about her character and many infidelities. This is a film that leaves very little to the imagination of what the society matrons want from the gigolos (and it is certainly more than dancing) and rises above even some of the longer, better crafted "A" films which used style over substance. "Dancing Man" gets straight to the point, and never lets up until the final denouncement.
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