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Who needs to be dependent on the rest of the world for our oil or worry about the sluggishness of electric cars or the expense and impracticalities of solar energy? Hell, all we have to do is to bottle the energy exhibited by the young women in Peyton Reed's "Bring It On" and we could run our cars for the next ten years without needing another burst of puissance.
Since this picture will considered by some to be another one of those allegedly dumb high-school exploitation movies dumped by the studios during the dog days of August, I checked the comments of the critics and the youngsters alike as we were leaving the New York theater where a screening took place. The high-school kids were mumbling "same ol' same ol'" and "predictable" and "trots out every cliche in the teen books," the sophisticated critics who have been reviewing movies since the Jurassic Age were trotting out cheerful news like "A lot of fun!" and "Just what we needed," while I piped up with "Boy, am I glad that the French movie with the talking heads never arrived at the screening room so I could head over to see this one instead." "Bring It On" exudes some of the most boundless energy I've seen since the last Jackie Chan flick.
How you feel about this movie may depend on your response to Nicholas Hytner's recent "Center Stage," about the world of dance--not just ballet, but also salsa, modern, jazz and aerobics. To me that was an altogether refreshing adventure filled with the vigor that makes Hollywood the envy of world cinema. To some people whom I'd consider dead from the neck down, that film was an example of how "Hytner has prostituted himself with banalities." I remember one guy's saying, "I just can't get interested in a movie if I don't get into the story."
But while some movies are plot-driven--the sort that comprise the most popular films worldwide--others are character-driven, and yet others, like "Center Stage" are music-and-dance propelled. You could call "Bring It On" an example of a music-and-dance propelled because despite what some of us think about cheerleading (especially if we went to high school and college decades ago), the women and men today are a far cry from the "Fight fiercely, Harvard" types that went through their ordinary motions way back when. In fact "Bring It On" takes us to the world of high school talent who are competing in regional and national championships of cheerleading, participating in a sport to them--and to many in the audience--that is more important than the football games to which they are usually mere backdrop.
"Bring It On" centers on Torrance Shipman (Kirsten Dunst) who has just been elected captain of her high-school cheerleading squad, to the dismay of her opponents and ultimately to the disgust of the retiring captain. What Torrance does not realize is that while the judges at the competitions rate originality highly, the captain of last year's team actually stole all of the steps and techniques from a razzle-dazzle group in a mostly African-American school, the Clovers, especially from their captain, Isis (Gabrielle Union). Fortunately, Torrance's team eventually proves able to choreograph its own steps largely with the help of a first-class gymnast, Missy (Eliza Dushku), who had just moved into the community together with her handsome, guitar-playing brother Cliff (Jesse Bradford).
While a couple of the critics who had seen this movie at test screenings complained that scripter Jessica Bendinger trots out cliches that were dated even twenty years ago, including some homophobic commentary, the dialogue is no way the movie's strong point anyway. We've got to write off the narrative and simply sit back in utter amazement at the vigor, the animations, the unstoppable nervous energy of Kirsten Dunst's troupe and particularly Ms. Dunst's own charisma both as a terpsichore of the football field and a radiant personality that will obviously fall for the new guy in town. Her conflict with the African-American captain, Isis, who resents the theft of her entire performance moves by this rich, white-girl troupe, is of course going to be followed by a sentimental mending of the ways.
But what the heck. If you're like me and you had to put up with the most insipid cheerleading imaginable while sitting in the grandstands warming up with your flask of bourbon, this movie will show you why young or old, it's better to be young.
By : Harvey S. Karten
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Well, surprisingly, there are a lot of things to like about this film. I say "surprisingly" because I am not a member of the 14-year-old female, apparent-target audience and yet, I must admit - I had a good time!
Here's why: great pace, good direction (all the actors look good), great acting by Dunst (as always), with costars also hoppin', funny script, some nice cheer action (You know, cheer action is quite impressive in slow mo. The aerial stuff is phenomenal, would have liked more.), abrasively enjoyable toothbrushing sequence (like none other I've seen - have I seen one?), Jesse Bradford's guitar reply to a surprise visit by Dunst, and his goofy song for her, "I can't stand your cheerleading squad, but I like your pom poms."
It's pretty much the high school team formula with boyfriend off at college premise that makes a few (perhaps not breakthrough fresh), but nonetheless respectable twists. Dunst plays the new cheerleading captain whose worst nightmare comes true - her squad's routines aren't all original! She teams up with new rocker from the city to keep the crew psyched and ready for the cheer championships in Florida.
Here are a couple of the tongue-in-cheek lines that kept this audience smiling and laughing:
Bradford encouraging his punkster sister to go for the cheer thing, "You get to yell like you care about something."
Dunst, "This is not a democracy - it's a cheerocracy." Upset members respond, "And you're not a cheerleader you're a cheertator!"
Also done nicely, not unlike the way cheerleaders might be thought to play second fiddle to football teams, in this film these roles are reversed; the jocks are almost a second thought - impotent, bullies at best.
Improvements? Sure, though the militant-cheerographer bit was a good idea and made this crowd laugh, I felt a better cast actor could have really rocked the place. Also, Eliza Dushku is introduced into the group as a leather-wearing/gymnast, sadly, we never see her talents in the competition. A lull at half-time stunts the awesome momentum created from the start. And lastly, the film might have benefited from deeper relationships among the characters (most are playful), instead the mood is kept light from beginning to end, save for an almost heartfelt moment between Dunst and rival captain of the Compton team, Gabrielle Union.
Overall, Hurrah for this little film, it's a good time. A strong B+.
By : Ross Anthony
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