Review: Hip-hop dance parody The FP is whack, yo
Hip-hop dance parody The FP is whack, yo
Review: Hip-hop dance parody The FP is whack, yo
Brandon & Jason Trost
Jason Trost, Brandon Barrera, Lee Valmassy
One gets the sensation while watching the low-budget '80s parody The FP that a bunch of people went trolling at a vintage clothing store one day, found some moon boots, acid-washed jean jackets and neon tank tops and then decided to make a movie about them.
The FP makes fun of several genres -- dance movies, underdog sports flicks, glossy action pictures -- and mixes them together in an attempt at kitschy cult infamy. But rather than crafting a movie that's so bad it's good, writer-director brothers Jason and Brandon Trost have come up with something that's just plain bad -- and boring, and repetitive. Once you get past the initial, brief laugh factor of the hideous retro trappings -- mullets and bandanas and boom boxes, we were so lame! -- it's painfully obvious there isn't much left.
And this criticism comes from a proud child of the '80s. I loved Breakin' back then, but no one needs a remake of or an homage to Breakin'. We didn't even need Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo, although it did provide us with the greatest sequel title ever.
The predominately white characters here talk in the sort of co-opted, clunky hip-hop slang that might have worked for a little while in a sketch but soon grows tiresome. There's also a certain N-word that gets tossed around casually which The FP tries to justify by jokingly claiming it's an acronym. As an attempt at social commentary, this approach feels half-baked; as comedy, it just feels numbing. Their mantra -- "We roll together, we die together" -- isn't all that amusing the first time, and the committed self-seriousness with which it's repeated doesn't sell it any more convincingly.
The film is set for no apparent reason in a futuristic wasteland of trailer parks, run-down shacks and warehouse parties known as The FP (actually the Southern California mountain town of Frazier Park) where a turf war is raging between trash-talking dance gangs. Jason Trost stars as JTRO (pronounced JAY-tro), who loses his older brother, BTRO (Brandon Barrera) in a deadly "Beat-Beat Revelation" video game showdown with their gold-toothed rival, L Dubba E (Lee Valmassy).
A year later, JTRO is dragged out of hiding to avenge his brother's death in a rematch, complete with multiple obligatory training montages. Nick Principe plays BLT, his spiritual, Mr. Miyagi-type mentor, while Art Hsu plays KC/DC, who serves as the competition's hyperactive emcee and annoying Greek chorus. Meanwhile, Caitlyn Folley co-stars as Stacy, the damaged party girl who's JTRO's kinda-sorta love interest. All the women here are drunk, trashy idiots, which might be meant as a pointed sendup of that convention, but it's not terribly encouraging.
Still, Brandon Trost, who also serves as cinematographer, has shot many films before including Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance, MacGruber and Crank: High Voltage, and he gives everything an appropriately cold, metallic sheen. Sure, The FP knows all the steps, but it has no soul.
The FP, a Drafthouse Films release, is rated R for pervasive language, sexual content, some nudity and brief drug material.
Running time: 83 minutes
Rating: One star out of four