Now here we are with Step
Up Revolution, which isn’t up there with the best of the series, but is amiable enough, I
suppose. It moves the action to Miami where we start in medias res with a gang of ambitious, young, talented dancers who
express themselves through splashy flash mobs and call themselves, unsurprisingly,
The Mob. The group is made up of characters new to the series, aside from
Twitch, who turned up in the last one, but you get the idea. They want to win a YouTube contest –
first one to a certain number of views wins a hundred grand! – but along the
way they decide to make their dances more activist in nature. The kids’
vibrant, low-income neighborhood is being targeted for “beautification” by a
big-time developer (Peter Gallagher, always welcome). They think their surprise
public performances will be enough to change his mind, or at least change the
city’s agreement.
As if the let’s-put-on-a-show and big-bad-real-estate-mogul
plotlines weren’t enough, the suit’s daughter (Kathryn McCormick), a student at
the local dance academy, has fallen in love with a waiter (Ryan Guzman), who
happens to work at her father’s Miami hotel. He also happens to be co-founder
of The Mob. It’s nice when all the tropes can dovetail so nicely, isn’t it? The
leads settle into the by now standard Step
Up romance of the hunk and the babe from different worlds who love dance
almost as much as they love each other. Part of the reason why Step Up 3D works so well is the way it
added a parallel, and far more believable, romance between two appealingly
dorky, but no less talented, dancers. Revolution’s
predictable script by Amanda Brody keeps things moving along efficiently by
having characters flat out state what they’re feeling at any given moment,
which is just as well, since the romantic leads are best at delivering
exposition and dramatic revelations with the same slightly unconvincing
blankness that passes for emoting in this movie.
But even though it could be (should be, maybe), this movie
is not really about the story and the filmmakers know it. It’s about the
dancing, which is lively and most definitely the product of very talented dancers
who clearly worked long and hard to achieve such physicality and fluidity. It’s a shame that first-time feature director Scott Speer, handed such nice
choreography capably shot by director of photography Crash (yeah, just “Crash”)
so often seems content to chop it up, dashing from one angle to the next
without sufficient space to fully appreciate the rhythmic athleticism on
display. Even the best uses of 3D, like a great moment that looks head on as
dancers bungee jump off of shipping containers, is marred somewhat by Speer’s
need to cut away from time to time when one long dizzying shot would do. That
the dancing ends up functionally enjoyable is a factor of the performers’
skills, not the director’s.
Still, for all of Revolution’s
exhausted clichés and awkward editing, it’s not an altogether unenjoyable
movie. It passes the time well enough. The movie’s slickly corny without
getting too earnest, sexy without getting sexual, and up-tempo, even when
things get, like, heavy, man. The social and class-conscious story has some
nice resonances (even though the last few moments of the movie are essentially
the thematic equivalent of “eh, whatever”) and the music picks up a nice salsa
flavor from the fresh Miami setting. The acting’s not the best, but the
performers are good looking and are great dancers. And for all the tired dance
movie plotting, the climactic moments, improbable as they are, sort of had me
going. It’s nice when one of the best characters from Step Up 3D steps in for a welcome cameo, but when The Mob comes together and pulls off a big statement dance that, well, I guess it’s a
spoiler. But if you can’t see what’s coming next then you just haven’t seen
enough dance movies.
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