Welcome to the glossy, sexy, dance-oriented tribute that the Occupy movement never asked for and doesn’t remotely deserve. Following the by-now well-established formula of the franchise, a rich kid (McCormick) finds her true dance mojo by working with a handsome poor kid (Guzman) and friends.
The twist is that this time they’re using spectacularly choreographed flash mobs as a form of protest to prevent a developer from destroying a colourful neighbourhood in old Miami. It’s certainly pushing for contemporary relevance, but it’s undone by a typically dumb script and complete predictability.
Still, if even the Step Up films are telling us “Enough with performance art; it’s time for protest art”, Occupy’s spirit might be filtering into the collective consciousness after all. Which is some comfort for this indignity.