I Got Served
There are only a few constants you can count on when it comes to me: I will live, I will die, and I will always pay money to see a movie about street dancing. This weekend was no exception. So forget what you think you know about the streets, because You Got Served shatters any notion you could have ever had, and that includes the the truth about South Central's roving gangs of spoiled white kids.
Anyone going to see a niche film should know not to expect much from anything that happens outside of the gimmick. That said, the producers of You Got Served knew exactly what they were doing when they hired their twelve year old white children to write the script. When the characters aren't telling you exactly what is happening on screen as it actually happens, they're spouting endless strings of only the dopest street slang, courtesy of TRL. Are they really saying anything? Naw, but they're definitely street to anyone who has never met a black person. But like I said, that doesn't matter. Even though this film is to story what porno is to story, it's also to dancing what porno is to fucking.
The film opens up with a dance off that's nothing short of wicked krunk. If someone told me that this film had the power to reach inside my mind and immediately create a character based on the way I felt at the time, I would completely believe it. Why? Because the dance offs were hosted by a man named Mr. Rad. I shit you not. Mr. Rad. He is the film's acting father figure because everyone knows black kids don't have fathers of their own. Anyway, the dance offs serve as a substitute for gang violence, which almost led to gang violence nine times out of ten anyway because that's just life on the streets, yo. But Mr. Rad knows exactly what it takes to keep these rascals under control...the threat of being shot. Again, I shit you not. This film should have been called If You Fuck Up in Mr. Rad's Neighborhood, Yo Ass gets Bucked. "Tell me how the fucking dancing was already" most of you are probably thinking while slowly stroking your erogenous zones. For the most part it was pretty good. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Those were some very talented young men. Stop looking at me that way. Now the director on the other hand, the genius behind House Party 4 I might add, is not so talented. I couldn't help notice a few dancers sometimes disappearing and reappearing halfway through the same move. Actually, it happened all the time. I decided to let my suspension of disbelief completely take over by accepting those minor oversights as totally hype dance moves. So what's all this dancing good for if there's no truly evil gang to use them against? As if to answer that very question, two rich white kids in a BMW show up to challenge them. Now, I'm all for the furtherment of non-violent resolutions, but I sincerly hope that I still live in a world where two people like that showing up in South Central would result in nothing less than total ass beatings.
Now without giving away too much, I feel it's my religious duty to completely spoil the ending. It all comes down to winning a mega-competition. And any good athlete knows that in order to win any competition, you have to get God on your side. It's all well and good to pray before the big event, but when the other team is made up of rich white kids, the chosen race, you have a serious disadvantage in the favor department. And what's the fastest way to trump whitey's overwhelming faith? By killing a kid. Yup. A small eager child was introduced to us early in the film with the simple task of getting shot in a drive-by, thus giving the main characters more than enough spiritual strength to win God's favor, $50,000, and an appearance in devout christian Lil' Kim's new music video.
So hopefully thoughts of excessive editing and overblown soundtracks are racing through your head and your dancing feet are already pulling you out the door and in the general direction of the theater. I'm tired now. But if you want to imagine me not completely wiped out from viewing and talking about this movie, check my new pics to see me having more than my fair share of alcohol and fun.
There are only a few constants you can count on when it comes to me: I will live, I will die, and I will always pay money to see a movie about street dancing. This weekend was no exception. So forget what you think you know about the streets, because You Got Served shatters any notion you could have ever had, and that includes the the truth about South Central's roving gangs of spoiled white kids.
Anyone going to see a niche film should know not to expect much from anything that happens outside of the gimmick. That said, the producers of You Got Served knew exactly what they were doing when they hired their twelve year old white children to write the script. When the characters aren't telling you exactly what is happening on screen as it actually happens, they're spouting endless strings of only the dopest street slang, courtesy of TRL. Are they really saying anything? Naw, but they're definitely street to anyone who has never met a black person. But like I said, that doesn't matter. Even though this film is to story what porno is to story, it's also to dancing what porno is to fucking.
The film opens up with a dance off that's nothing short of wicked krunk. If someone told me that this film had the power to reach inside my mind and immediately create a character based on the way I felt at the time, I would completely believe it. Why? Because the dance offs were hosted by a man named Mr. Rad. I shit you not. Mr. Rad. He is the film's acting father figure because everyone knows black kids don't have fathers of their own. Anyway, the dance offs serve as a substitute for gang violence, which almost led to gang violence nine times out of ten anyway because that's just life on the streets, yo. But Mr. Rad knows exactly what it takes to keep these rascals under control...the threat of being shot. Again, I shit you not. This film should have been called If You Fuck Up in Mr. Rad's Neighborhood, Yo Ass gets Bucked. "Tell me how the fucking dancing was already" most of you are probably thinking while slowly stroking your erogenous zones. For the most part it was pretty good. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Those were some very talented young men. Stop looking at me that way. Now the director on the other hand, the genius behind House Party 4 I might add, is not so talented. I couldn't help notice a few dancers sometimes disappearing and reappearing halfway through the same move. Actually, it happened all the time. I decided to let my suspension of disbelief completely take over by accepting those minor oversights as totally hype dance moves. So what's all this dancing good for if there's no truly evil gang to use them against? As if to answer that very question, two rich white kids in a BMW show up to challenge them. Now, I'm all for the furtherment of non-violent resolutions, but I sincerly hope that I still live in a world where two people like that showing up in South Central would result in nothing less than total ass beatings.
Now without giving away too much, I feel it's my religious duty to completely spoil the ending. It all comes down to winning a mega-competition. And any good athlete knows that in order to win any competition, you have to get God on your side. It's all well and good to pray before the big event, but when the other team is made up of rich white kids, the chosen race, you have a serious disadvantage in the favor department. And what's the fastest way to trump whitey's overwhelming faith? By killing a kid. Yup. A small eager child was introduced to us early in the film with the simple task of getting shot in a drive-by, thus giving the main characters more than enough spiritual strength to win God's favor, $50,000, and an appearance in devout christian Lil' Kim's new music video.
So hopefully thoughts of excessive editing and overblown soundtracks are racing through your head and your dancing feet are already pulling you out the door and in the general direction of the theater. I'm tired now. But if you want to imagine me not completely wiped out from viewing and talking about this movie, check my new pics to see me having more than my fair share of alcohol and fun.
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Nice meeting you last week!! i'll be back in NY next week.