- Forget the plot -- the pops, locks, swoops, and flips are amazing.
Here behold the Los Angeles-based tale of two determined young entertainment entrepreneurs and their struggles. Elgin (Marques Houston of the R&B group IMX) is the stoic type, adequately congenial, but beleaguered by domestic strain and thus prone to eruptions of attitude. His compatriot, David (Omari Grandberry), wanders about in pigtails, cheerfully sustaining a downright girlish sense of hope almost shockingly untainted by the cruel scarring of obligatory neighborhood machismo. Basically, these two real-life brothers are two of the most enjoyable musicians to appear onscreen since Sting played a bellboy. When not shooting hoops or toiling for a mean mutha of a mobsta (Michael "Bear" Taliferro, of Life), who travels in that most evil of vehicles, the Cadillac Escalade, the two and their crew (Jarrell Houston, DeMario Thornton, and Dreux Frederic, who with Grandberry form the group B2K) bust -- as it were -- groovy moves. If "groovy" no longer translates, let's just say that their rhythmic maneuvers are decidedly sick.
However, the leaders of a rival crew propose to them a challenge: a dance-off -- incorporating what we'll generously call breakdancing-type moves -- wherein each posse ponies up $5,000, winners take all. These "white boys from Orange County" are of the jeering, sneering sort; thus we instantly and irrevocably despise them. Also, their leader with the fake punk hair (Christopher Jones) looks like a reject from No Doubt. Their accompanying young women may perform in a pulsating manner that makes the floor thank its lucky stars, but this team is bad, as in "not good" -- not because they're led by pallid, privileged punks, but because, frankly, they're obnoxious jerks.
The two crews face off in the warehouse of the benevolent, altruistic, godlike Mr. Rad (popular favorite Steve Harvey), but lo! -- a fiscal disagreement with Sonny (Jerome Jones), a former crew member, sets them on the path of decline. The jerks win, the heroes are unjustly "served," and worse, trouble brews between Elgin and David in the form of Elgin's sprightly younger sister, Liyah (Jennifer Freeman, of the forthcoming Johnson Family Vacation), who falls for David, and vice versa. Knowing David's pigtailly playa ways, this doesn't sit well with Elgin, and Family Issues burst forth.
A moment now to appreciate: Jennifer Freeman is so aesthetically pleasing that one must regard her from the corner of the eye or sustain actual physical pain. In keeping with this, her character possesses a breezy but plausible je ne sais quoi that's quite delightful onscreen. This could be attributed to her diplomatic missions to reconcile brother and boyfriend, her altruistic desire to become a doctor, or perhaps even her tasteful, industry-sanctioned use of an iMac. But mainly it's this: When she and David are courting, she switches off his cell phone, so they can enjoy a tête-à-tête sans interruptions. Heaven on earth! The character's only apparent flaw appears later, when she tells her downtrodden beau, "I hate that I can't do anything to cheer you up." Girl, please.
That said, You Got Served contains other miracles as well. For one, in contemporary Los Angeles, David is able to provide two chocolate malts and burgers with fries for himself and his beloved, using only a borrowed 10-dollar bill. It is also revealed that, even given this diet, the two carry not a scintilla of extra fat upon their persons. Unrelated (apart from the "young love" theme) but also somewhat miraculous, there's some sort of hip-hop version of Beethoven's "Für Elise" shoved in here, though seemingly at random.
To keep the story moving along and to remind us that the streets aren't yet civilized, a requisite shooting tragedy occurs, spurring the feuding friends into action. Adding . . . flava, there's Liyah's saucy, neurotic friend, Beautifull (Meagan Good), who routinely saves souls and reminds everyone to use two L's in her name, plus Elgin's and Liyah's sweet grandmother (Esther Scott). The senior lady is great; after bemoaning her arthritis, back problems, blood pressure, and gout, she insists, "I ain't one to complain." Later, at the big dance showdown, when happy dongs are mischievously waggled, she hoots in approval. Go, Grandma!
Ultimately, this movie is all about the dancing, and director Christopher B. Stokes (House Party 4) shapes it up with undeniable energy, even -- dare I say it? -- pizzazz. Perhaps, as manager of B2K, IMX, and others, Stokes finds that promoting the home team comes naturally. It's easy to poke fun -- particularly when the showdown is hosted by Lil' Kim (who isn't exactly lil') amid so much hoopla for MTV, it made me throw up a little -- but the pops, locks, swoops, and flips are quite amazing, regardless of what you've seen before in films with even sillier names. The thug-wear fashions are completely tiresome, and the "big prize money" is probably less than the average movie exec takes home as a monthly bonus, but otherwise, the movie is reasonably, um -- what's the word this week? Tight?