Evidently the aim is to hook the pre-teenager with a show biz story revolving around children’s dance troupes. And Australian director Ashton’s low-budget comedy is intermittently successful in its bid to win a niche audience, writes Rashid Irani.
Evidently the aim is to hook the pre-teenager with a show biz story revolving around children’s dance troupes. And Australian director Ashton’s low-budget comedy is intermittently successful in its bid to win a niche audience.
Tapping into the conventions of the mockumentary genre, the narrative blends rather dull talking-heads interviews with grainy home movie-style footage.
Two groups of young Aussie hoofers are training to participate in a big dance competition. The instructor (Miller) of the Jazzketeers class is an innovator whose routines aspire to reflect the injustices of the world. By contrast, his straight- laced rival teaches her pupils old-fashioned dance techniques. No medallions for guessing the outcome.
The script in unduly manipulative, what with plenty of in-fighting and last-minute fiascos. The drab visual style is a another deterrent. As for the climactic dance sequences, they are devoid of razzle dazzle.
Both Ben Miller and Kerry Armstrong as an overly ambitious parent are camera-friendly enough.The child dancers are endearing, though.
With its occasional giggle-inducing moments, this feel-good flick just about makes it to the see-grade.