CRITICAL MASS OF TEEN FEMALE ENERGY

I have seen the film that is HONEY, and, while it is definitely terrible, I absolutely love it. ADORE IT.
Honestly I don’t have awful taste in movies, at least not completely. My two favorite filmic genres are:
profoundly bleak (sur)realism, usually replete with destruction and allegory
urban dance Cinderella stories
[Favorite films in the former category:
Repentance by Abuladze
Werckmeister Harmonies by Bela Tarr
The Pianist by Polanski
Network by Lumet
All about Lily Chou-Chou by Iwai]
Okay but back to the urban dance Cinderella stories. I LOVED HONEY, if only for the audience, which seemed entirely shipped in, by bus, from the Clackamas Girls’ School for the Performative Arts: 350 early-teenaged ladies w/chignons and puffy vests, all messing with their cell phones.
Movie:
The first part totally bit off Flashdance (definitely not a recommended movie to bite) and the second bit off Electric Boogaloo (also, another movie not recommended for biting) but man—choreography plus starpower plus a dancer with a heart of gold is a formula that has enchanted me since I first saw Thank God it’s Friday (Donna Summer as aspiring disco diva, what) and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Sarah Jessica Parker as aspiring dancer on the movie’s equivalent to Solid Gold).
A Couple Logistical problems with Honey:
1. Honey gleans choreographical inspiration from boys playing basketball and girls doing double dutch in the park
–Despite the fact that it was filmed in TORONTO, yet supposedly takes place in QUEENS (big problems here), choreography inspired by street shit is so obvious. My dance teacher, Mariecella DEvine, taught us that through-the-legs dribble move like, three years ago.
2. Groups of dancers do choreographed video dance combo in the club; it is “realistic”
–Okay… Portland is not renowned for its cutting edge dance clubs, but even when I’ve been at the club when everyone was nasty-freaky, taking off their clothes and everything, I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANY GROUP OF DANCERS DO A CHOREOGRAPHED ROUTINE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLUB. The closest would be b-boys coming with the tag-team battle shit, but that’s not what they were doing in the club in Honey–they were like, fan-kicking in unison. Absurd. When b-boys get pissed about the video hiphop dance stuff infiltrating their world, this is what they are talking about.