Step Up 3

Who needs competent acting and writing when there are so many shiny, pretty things flying right at you?

This, the latest variation on the "follow your dream" dance fantasy, draws an ever sharper line between tip-top street dance and bottom-of-the-class dialogue and acting.

It's all about the moves, and I count the film's moronic perkiness as a plus: it could be the dumbest thing all year that I have to admit enjoying.

Those who would like a storyline not caressed by cliché had better beware.

It's like Muppets Take Manhattan, but replace a milquetoast young artiste for an amnesiac frog and a group of muppets for a post-racial group of seamlessly integrated metrosexuals.

I think it actually honors the art form of dance, but not in a solemn, highbrow way.

A choreographical misstep, perhaps?

Sure to please already existing fans.

For those that go into it only for the dancing, they will get more than enough to fill their appetites.

Luckily, no one is here for the plot, right?