After suffering humiliation by the crew Invincible, street dancer Ash (Hentschel) looks to gather the best dancers from around the world for a rematch.
The homegrown appeal of StreetDance gets lost in a sequel with one foot across the pond, the other over the channel. At least the writer’s English.
The choreography has all the fun of the Sharks vs The Jets without the charm.
Shoddy 3D and flashy editing distract from the admittedly great dancing, but little else offers a particular reason to watch it.
Tom Conti is good value as a fleet-footed bar owner and the dance sequences are vigorously staged but the story is plodding and perfunctory and has no connection with the earlier film, bar another appearance by Britain’s Got Talent winner George Sampson in the marginal role of Ash’s manager.
The vibe is Cliff and Summer Holiday, but the painful lack of a story and the attempts at acting leave this a film with two left feet.
The script, plot and acting are all dance-movie standard, which is to say they’re hideous.
It’s cornier than a field full of maize, of course, but its lack of scrappy charm renders it so tedious that the only fun to be had is trying to work out where Tom Conti’s oddly accented bartender is supposed to be from or why a bunch of jobless twentysomethings have been allowed to abscond to Europe with a minor in tow.
There are hidden charms a-plenty.
Has brash energy; it does not neglect to do what it says on the tin and the lack of realism is no problem.
As it is, every time one of them speaks it's pure agony on the ears. They can't even stare convincingly.
Lamer than the original.
The 3D is very respectable and the moves, particularly from the salsa-dancing Sofia Boutella, are little short of spectacular.
Pretty average.
All the sentiments about ‘being all you can be’ fall somewhat flat against the cynically commercial feel of StreetDance 2’s enterprise, which credits the audience with one brain-cell each.
General release. Check local listings for show times.