Stomp the Yard Reviews
Director Sylvain White goes by the book, except in the early scenes where he gives new meaning to the concept of a shaky camera. Initially, the camera work is so frenetic as to be off-putting and dizzying.
What we get is scene after scene of exhilarating routines, all leading up to the big finale. And with two furiously intense teams ready to dance each other off the stage, it's an absolute winner.
The film's makers get just how rich, even ecstatic, these subcultures of movement can be. It's aggravating then, to see how easily they trip up that vitality with uninspired storytelling.
A nod must be given to choreographer Dave Scott, who skillfully blends the dance styles into an explosive whole. Seeing Stomp the Yard for these bits alone is well worth it.
Stomp the Yard panders to every cheap expectation. Actually, director Sylvain White goes a bit cheaper than his immediate predecessors, drawing out the low booty shots for giggle and jiggle effect.
The movie starts with furious team dance-offs, but these aren't as interesting as they should be. Camera trickery keeps slowing down or speeding up everyone's movements, which destroys the amazement factor raised by the documentary Rize.
Perhaps director Sylvain White hoped that this laughably melodramatic film might find its way into the pantheon of urban dance films. But seen against such films as Rize and You Got Served, it's a step in the wrong direction.
The plot is stale though some of the moves are fresh in Stomp the Yard, a Flashdance-like fable about a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who brings his street-wise gangster style to the world of competitive fraternity step dancing.