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Feb. 4th, 2004 11:50 pmTonight, Paul & ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teelo and fidgetcub and me went to see YOU GOT SERVED.
No, really.
Although this movie (which us old skoolaz like to call "Breakin' 2K") has a pamphlet of a script that was probably filled-in from leftover Mad Libs, we were totally down with it for a few simple reasons:
One, it is *totally*, *completely*, *exactly* what you think it will be. No more, no less. It does not pretend to have any aspirations higher than its Etch-A-Sketch script, and all the cliched story beats you expect (crave?) are there -- not a single suprising plot point in the entire 90-odd minutes, right down to the no-nonsense black grandma and the stogie-chomping and rotund crime boss. What more can you expect from the auteur director who brought you "House Party 4: Down to the Last Minute"? It's not about the movie being good or bad -- the fact that this movie *exists* (and has such a "to-be-forgotten-and-passe-in-two-years" title) is good enough for me. Freakin' amazing.
Two, freestyle street "battle" dancing is hella fun to watch. Mix old-style breaking & popping with the past 20 years of MTV group-tribal-sync choreography, and add some showy held poses and upside-down gyrations stolen from sk8boarding, and you have this stuff. Way, way fun.
Three, it manages to make urban South Central seem like Sherman Oaks. See? Dance battles keep you out of gangs! No cursing! No nudity! I could take my suburban tweener neice and nephew to this, and they'd feel way, way street.
Four, these low-to-middle class urban "crews" are battlin' for money 'cuz they're from the poor side of the street -- yet in every scene they're all wearing $500 Marithe + Francois Girbaud sweatsuits. Yay for product placement!
Five, Steve Harvey is like this movie's Obi Wan.
And lastly, six, there's tons o' (PG-rated, fully clothed yet still ghetto fabulous) booty. Especially L'il Kim. Girl's got some *titties* goin' on.
After the movie, we got served.... some dinner at the neighboring Cheescake Factory, whose menu was certainly longer by far than the preceeding movie's screenplay -- and definitely more fattening, but not nearly as phattening.
teelo and fidgetcub and me went to see YOU GOT SERVED.No, really.
Although this movie (which us old skoolaz like to call "Breakin' 2K") has a pamphlet of a script that was probably filled-in from leftover Mad Libs, we were totally down with it for a few simple reasons:
One, it is *totally*, *completely*, *exactly* what you think it will be. No more, no less. It does not pretend to have any aspirations higher than its Etch-A-Sketch script, and all the cliched story beats you expect (crave?) are there -- not a single suprising plot point in the entire 90-odd minutes, right down to the no-nonsense black grandma and the stogie-chomping and rotund crime boss. What more can you expect from the auteur director who brought you "House Party 4: Down to the Last Minute"? It's not about the movie being good or bad -- the fact that this movie *exists* (and has such a "to-be-forgotten-and-passe-in-two-years" title) is good enough for me. Freakin' amazing.
Two, freestyle street "battle" dancing is hella fun to watch. Mix old-style breaking & popping with the past 20 years of MTV group-tribal-sync choreography, and add some showy held poses and upside-down gyrations stolen from sk8boarding, and you have this stuff. Way, way fun.
Three, it manages to make urban South Central seem like Sherman Oaks. See? Dance battles keep you out of gangs! No cursing! No nudity! I could take my suburban tweener neice and nephew to this, and they'd feel way, way street.
Four, these low-to-middle class urban "crews" are battlin' for money 'cuz they're from the poor side of the street -- yet in every scene they're all wearing $500 Marithe + Francois Girbaud sweatsuits. Yay for product placement!
Five, Steve Harvey is like this movie's Obi Wan.
And lastly, six, there's tons o' (PG-rated, fully clothed yet still ghetto fabulous) booty. Especially L'il Kim. Girl's got some *titties* goin' on.
After the movie, we got served.... some dinner at the neighboring Cheescake Factory, whose menu was certainly longer by far than the preceeding movie's screenplay -- and definitely more fattening, but not nearly as phattening.
