This movie earns its place as one of the absolute worst cinematic experiences imaginable. Finding it online was a mercy, because paying for this would have undoubtedly resulted in an immediate demand for a refund. While spoofs are expected to elicit laughter, this film barely managed a chuckle or two, a dismal performance even when compared to widely panned movies like “Disaster Movie” and “Meet the Spartans,” which, surprisingly, hold some level of guilty pleasure. This particular Dance Flick Parody, however, descends into the realm of genuinely offensive and mind-numbingly boring. Jokes targeting Ray Charles felt cheap and distasteful, and alluding to the tragic Brandy car accident was utterly reprehensible.
The pacing of this film is torturous; it drags on endlessly, inducing sheer boredom. The ending is an incomprehensible disaster, arguably the worst conclusion ever committed to film. It lacks any logical connection to the preceding events or the movies it attempts to parody. Adding insult to injury, the acting is uniformly atrocious. Every performance feels forced and wooden. The humor is repetitive, stale, and quickly devolves into a painful endurance test.
The debut of the youngest Wayans in this dance flick parody is an unfortunate misstep. His performance suggests a dire need for acting lessons; lines are delivered with the enthusiasm and inflection of someone reading directly from a script. Shoshanna Bush’s character appears lost and confused, and her acting is equally inept. The inability to even feign crying is a staggering failure for any actor. To the Wayans family: please, put an end to this parody nightmare before it inflicts any further damage. This movie warrants a zero out of ten – a complete waste of time, and a bullet dodged by not spending any money on this cinematic garbage. The subplot about invading space and its crude portrayal of women is not only nonsensical but also disturbingly promotes subliminal abuse.
