Occasionally, movies about a specific topic based on a distorted Hollywood perception can sometimes be more entertaining than an actual good movie. This is one of those occasions.
First, some background on myself.
If you haven't noticed, my name is Gawkman. Do you know why my name is that? It's a play off the jargon term "gock", which is a hi-pitched rimshot achieved by getting the bead of the drumstick close to the rim while doing it. Guess what this pertains to? You guessed it- marching percussion (a.k.a. drumlines).
As Kayn put it, I was born to review this movie.
Oh, so much can be said about this movie. Where shall I start? The possibilities are endless, yet I feel I have only a specific length I can acheive before you get sick of reading my passionate rantings on the subject. So I shall do my best to make this a review, not a novel. Isn't that a novel idea? *Editors note: Gawkman has just been sacked by the Abhorrent Use of Puns Association (AUOPA)*
I suppose I should start by reviewing this as if I'm any Joe Shmoe, and know nothing about drumlines. Given that, I would say it's a mediocre movie about a kid who gets out of the slums with a scholarship for playing drums. He's tough. He's a survivor. And of course, he's black. That would probably account for the fact that we felt very white walking into the theater and sitting through previews for what have to be absolutely wretched movies. Our "hero" goes to college and is just so BAD that he doesn't wanna learn to be a team player. That's what I'd say if I was just a regular Joe Shmoe.
But I'm not a Joe-Shmoe that knows nothing of drumming. I... am GAWKMAN!
Okay, first of all, if someone wants to do a movie about drumlines, it's nice to at least do a little bit of research into drumlines for accuracy. I mean, c'mon- you wouldn't make a movie about black holes and throw aside the principles of the curvature of space for some mysterious force you call the "glaggo-shnorkey", would you? Well then again, maybe you would. The Glaggo-Shnorkey is quite a powerful force in the universe.
I guess you could say that as far as drumming on a drumline goes, this movie was far from accurate. From being judged and given a first class rating from seniors who are not close enough to actually hear what was just played to drum majors carrying oversized batons they stopped using in the 70's, this movie gets it wrong in more ways than you can imagine. Joebob and I laughed and reveled at the uncountable absurdities that only a drummer (or even pseudo-drummer) could appreciate. It was as if we were computer nerds in a land where people were impressed by graphics adapters with 256 colors and computer professionals who did assembly language were terrified of the thought of installing a program. I only wish I could remember everything, but here's a few of the numerous severe problems I found with the movie:
Well, there you have it. If you play on a drumline, have played on a drumline, or pretty much know ANYTHING AT ALL about drumlines, I highly recommend you see this movie for B-movie laugh purposes. Although you may want to wait till it comes out on video. In the meantime, you can go here as a starting point if you want REAL drumline goodies.
|Originality||Well, a drumline movie hadn't been done yet...||3.5|
|Acting||No real complaints.||3|
|Effects/Presentation||Hurray for using weird camera effects to hide bad fake playing!||3|
|Storyline||Same plot, different subject matter.||1.5|
|Final Verdict: 2.5|