Battlefield America,"but even the foremost forgiving viewers might feel like they have been underestimated and underserved.
Writer-producer-director Christopher B. Stokes ("You Got Served") sledgehammers his means through his unconvincing, on-the-nose script involving Sean Lewis (actor-musician and "Served" alumnus Marques Houston), a slick, child-loathing, L.A. selling govt arrested for a DUI and made into community service in Long Beach as a kids' dance coach. Even by fantasyland standards, this setup could be a stretch.
What follows could be a hodgepodge of flimsy plotting, weak characterizations, unearned emotional shifts and made sentiment because the talent-free Sean, with apparent facilitate from a professional he brings on ("So you're thinking that you'll be able to Dance's" Russell Ferguson), somehow leads his misfit young charges into battle for an underground dance competition.
En route, Sean ludicrously derails his fast-lane career, plays dad to at least one of the troubled boys (Tristen Carter), woos the community center's comely director (Mekia Cox) and, of course, learns humility. It's all edited at intervals an in. of its life.
The dance sequences are energetic however largely indistinguishable, with no effort created to place them in any real social or inventive context. And, whereas the starring kids might grasp their footwork, as actors they are fighting a losing battle.