As Ricky Martin is to Bon Jovi, so is this sequel to the original "Dirty Dancing:" the same product, brought to you by the same people, but with a light Latin accent. This time, the setting is 1958 Cuba, where an uptight white deb (Romola Garai) rejects her inherited lifestyle of taffeta party dresses and attempted date rape to wallow in the culture of ritualized dry-humping personified by a good-hearted pool boy (Diego Luna of "Y tu Mamá También," demonstrating the remarkable trick of speaking without moving his lips). At a certain point, you stop counting the plot elements lifted from the first "DD" and start clocking the times the movie dares to place them in a different order. Personally, we think the story loses something when the big dance contest is put anywhere but at the climax, though those few minutes devoted to the Cuban Revolution are almost as good as book learnin'. Patrick Swayze is back, too, albeit as a "different," unnamed character, and only hanging around long enough to prove that he can dance any of these new-jack jokers off the screen. Music by Mya and Black Eyed Peas adds to the period flavor.