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C Me Dance
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by brianorndorf

"Ballet is the road to Hell"
1 stars

One of the common complaints thrown at movie critics is the inability to appreciate a film just for being a film. To celebrate how someone tackled the unimaginable effort to craft a lengthy piece of art, only to bravely send it out for the world to scrutinize. The sentiment makes some sense to me, but the reality is far too punishing to allow such lenient consideration to flourish. The Christian recruitment feature “C Me Dance” is one of those movies that’s hoping to skirt by on mercy, submitting uplifting themes and proletarian performances to rodeo clown while tirelessly showcasing idiotic filmmaking and zero-budget production value. Soul food or not, this movie is a joke.

An aspiring ballet dancer trying to navigate the complications of high school social circles, Sheri (Christina DeMarco) has been diagnosed with Leukemia, given only a few short weeks to live. While clinging to her widowed father, Vince (Greg Robbins, who looks like a cross between Floyd “Red Crow” Westerman and Buddy Hackett), for support, Sheri prays to find her purpose in life. Her salvation arrives with an ability to save souls with only a touch (conjuring a mental image of Christ nailed to the cross), sending Sheri and Vince on a tear to spread the word of God as far as possible, using a local church as their base of operations. While Sheri ascends to savior status, she’s plagued by memories of her dead mother, leading to the materialization of Satan (Peter Kent), who hopes to overpower Sheri’s belief.

“C Me Dance” aspires to motivate viewers to seek out the thickly robed arms of Jesus with themes of sympathy and personal salvation. It’s a modest picture with familiar intentions, looking to cash in on the semi-profitable wave of Christian cinema currently slipping into multiplexes, but it’s most certainly not a high-quality movie. Written and directed by star Greg Robbins, “C Me Dance” is such a colossal howler, it makes one reconsider the sanctity of the theatrical distribution system. How did this feature film, made for less money than it takes to purchase the average suburban home, go from idea to theaters without anyone actively questioning Robbins’s mental health?

Robbins, who holds a questionably defined history in the entertainment business, is an atrocious filmmaker, bumbling every last static moment of “C Me Dance.” Failing to comprehend the basics of framing, spatial relationships, editing, scoring, performance, and screenwriting, Robbins simply coasts on the forgiving attitudes of the target demographic. Sure, it’s a pip to drag the shameful names of Uwe Boll and Ed Wood through the mud when yammering about trash cinema, but this Greg Robbins fellow is head and shoulders above the competition. My apologies to Eddie and the Bollster.

Most of “C Me Dance” holds the grueling consistency of a YouTube production, with atrocious amateur actors (with the exception of Eddie “The Big Ragu” Mekka) left alone to articulate the sour script with increasing Mayberry shrillness; the story itself is in a grotesque state of disrepair, often cribbing iconic biblical highlights (Sheri discovers her powers at 3:16 AM) to patch weird narrative holes; the cinematography is abysmal, at one point switching awkwardly over to an entirely different image quality for a clumsy fight sequence; and Sheri’s powers are laughable, managing to lower crime and rape statistics instantly with her message of Jesus, not to mention persuading Hollywood to stop releasing films with inappropriate values. Oh, and she’s able to halt the distribution of pornography. Damn you, Sheri!

Our hero’s power is actually one of deceptive mind control, which is either startlingly crisp satire from Robbins or uncomfortable Christian subtext. You decide.

The list of cinematic offenses is lengthy with “C Me Dance,” which is so relentlessly dreadful it almost needs to be seen to be believed. However, that would require 85 minutes of your time that I cannot recommend be wasted on something as ludicrous and shamefully unprofessional as this movie.

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8/18/16 Manuel Lopez Amazing disgrace. Sets Christianity back 4 billion years. 5 stars
4/09/09 Rio God, I haven't even seen this movie and it sounds like total Moral Majority propaganda. 1 stars
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  03-Apr-2009 (PG)
  DVD: 15-Dec-2009



Directed by
  Greg Robbins

Written by
  Greg Robbins

  Christina DeMarco
  Greg Robbins
  Laura Romeo
  Hugh McLean
  Lesley Bowen
  Peter Kent

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