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Confession time: I was a teenage raver. You may have spotted me in a cautionary report on Fox. I was the one dancing like Bugs Bunny having a seizure, whistle in hand, head as close to the bass bin as possible. At the height of my career as a giant-pants-wearing beat junkie, I once danced continuously for eight hours. That’s a lot of booty-shaking, you say? Not even close. Jane Fonda and company dance for over a month in Sydney Pollack’s 1969 They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?, a bleak tale of a Depression-era dance marathon. Desperate and hungry, dozens of couples are lured by the promise of free food and shelter during the contest, as well as a $1,500 first-place prize. As the marathon wears on and begins to take a toll on the contestants’ bodies and minds, things go from bad to much, much worse. There’ll be nary a Glow Stick in sight when the film screens at 7 p.m. at the Library of Congress’ Mary Pickford Theater, 101 Independence Ave. SE. Free. (202) 707-5677. (Jason Powell)