Relatively free of jargon, and sometimes refreshingly chatty, McLean, a dancer, knows a lot about ballet and film. So, as one might expect, she does quite a bit to clean up the messy garden which is the meaning of ballet in American culture. In the process, one learns how film shaped American ballet and how ballet changed its representation in film: no more debates of low vs. high culture, swing vs. ballet--and, no longer do women die because they choose dancing, now an acceptable career, perhaps compatible with having a family. Yet many things remain to be clarified, especially, why modern ballet films say so little about ballet--and why male dancers remain so threatening. Would the book were longer.