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Bring It On

**

Rated on a 4-star scale
Screening venue: Odeon (Liverpool City Centre)
Released in the UK by Entertainment on October 20, 2000; certificate 12; 99 minutes; country of origin USA; aspect ratio 1.85:1

Directed by Peyton Reed; produced by Marc Abraham, Thomas A. Bliss.
Written by Jessica Bendinger.
Photographed by Shawn Maurer; edited by Larry Bock.

CAST.....
Kirsten Dunst..... Torrance Shipman
Eliza Dushku..... Missy Pantone
Jesse Banford..... Cliff Pantone
Gabrielle Union..... Isis
Sherry Hursey..... Christine Shipman
Holmes Osborne..... Bruce Shipman
Clare Kramer..... Courtney
Nicole Bilderback..... Whitney


"Bring It On" is either an insufferably indecisive movie or one that's subtly mocking the audience. It knows its protagonists are stupid -- it satirises them and relies on side characters to point them in correct directions -- and yet it wants us to root for them… and yet, it sort of doesn't.

The movie begins in a San Diego high school at the start of the academic year. Torrance Shipman, a skinny little blonde played by Kirsten Dunst, has been assigned as head of the cheerleading team -- a big responsibility, as her squad, the Rancho Carne Toros, have been national champions five years in a row.

Dramatic tension comes in when one of the crucial troop members suffers an injury. She is replaced by Missy (Eliza Dushku), an amazing athlete who has only signed up because "This is the closest your school gets to gymnastics." Missy is not like the other girls -- she doesn't have giggly conversations about boys and nail polish, and, my goodness, wears dark baggy clothes and carries her keys on a chain! This rock chick is clearly the source of wisdom in the group -- every piece of good advice that Torrance gets comes from Missy or her brother Cliff (Jesse Banford).

Practice is disrupted by the information that all of the Toros' routines have been stolen by their former leaders from a black high school in East Compton. They're not gonna get away with plagiarism again, warns the captain of that team (Tsianina Joelson), because this time Compton is taking part in the competitions. Now Torrance is under pressure to create an original routine that will still wow contest judges.

Compared to most high school pictures, this plot isn't cliché through and through, but it's not very interesting, and writing about it is a dull and laborious task. Who cares about cheerleading? The movie obviously doesn't. The screenplay mocks the girls by supplying them with arrogant chants like "I'm pretty, I'm hot, I'm everything you're not!" and moronic dialogue to the effect of "She puts the 'itch' in 'bitch'!" There is an amusing moment where Torrance sees Cliff wearing a T-shirt of The Clash, and she asks "Is that your band?"

There's no point in a whole movie making fun of something that's obviously dumb, and this one doesn't; most of it is just wacky physical humour. There is so much foolish bumbling I have no idea how this team managed to win five national competitions -- they can hardly stagger out of the changing room. "Bring It On" is not satire, and I'm not sure on what level it is intended to engage us. It gives off an aura of insipid pop, counterpoints it with the smart rockers. It spends much time with its characters, yet we're not supposed to want them to win; the black school is clearly in the right, and indeed ends up victorious in the finale.

Why didn't the film centre on the black school, with the Toros as a background annoyance? That would mean we could have some heroes and villains. The movie as it stands has neither. Perhaps because black heroes wouldn't have sold as many tickets, but the filmmakers still wanted to get some ethnicity in there.

For all its flaws, I still have a kind of grudging affection for "Bring It On", perhaps because Eliza Dushku, as Missy, is so sexually appealing, and her performance requires her to interact with a lot of different sets of characters in different tones, and she does it all convincingly. Also, as one of the commentators declares in the third act, "Any sport that combines teenage girls with mini-skirts and dancing is okay by me."

COPYRIGHT© 2000 Ian Waldron-Mantgani


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