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SPOILER ALERT! The following review contains spoilers!
Sean M (AKA zrelmar) – Beatgamer Contributor, Chandler, AZ
Here’s my free-form review of the movie “The FP”
SPOILERS! LANGUAGE! I WARNED YOU!
Okay, here we go… I don’t think I’ve ever ranted with so much CAPS RAGE at a movie before. I’m literally exhausted on a physical level from expressing my disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed all 82 minutes, but not because of the dancing. Oh no, we’re treated to not one, but TWO WHOLE dance scenes in a movie targeted specifically at hardcore DDR players. There’s way more than arrow smashing going on, so let me give a brief ”plot” synopsis…
NOTE: HERE COME THOSE SPOILERS WE WARNED YOU ABOUT!
There’s a douchebag with an eyepatch who gets all pouty because his brother dies playing a 7-footer (basically, Freckles on heavy). So the Sad Pirate leaves town to go work at a lumber yard, I think. He’s had enough of life in the fast lane and wants to work with his hands or some shit. Anyway, his “ethnic” buddy (the obligatory Asian dude with lots of witty banter) tracks him down and convinces him to come back to Frazier Park because the cyperpunk/trailer trash/gangsta dance posse of the south (or north, don’t remember don’t care) is taking over the town with drugs and mayhem… but if the sad pirate can beat the grill-faced head honcho in a beat-off (yeah, you read that right) then all the drugs will go away and everyone will become alcoholics instead, which is the lesser of two evils…? I realize that’s the dumbest character motivation of all time, but I swear that’s what they actually say. And some crazy talk about seeing “the fucking ducks in the park ‘n shit… do it for the fucking ducks, yo!” Whatever. Okay, moving on.
So the sad pirate comes back and trains really hard so he can beat Grill Face. Or that’s what we’re lead to believe. There’s a terrible Rocky montage rip-off that shows Sad Pirate running up and down a mountain and sculpting his upper body with a Coreblaster to get ready for the big beat-off (we’re lead to believe a six-pack improves feet-eye coordination)… then the filmmakers realize they have nothing to work with, so they take a big-ass turn into major WTFville… you see, the filmmakers lured me into the theater with the fun premise of a hardcore, life-or-death arrow-smashing marathon. But what do I get? A story of domestic violence about an artsy but troubled young woman trying to escape the stronghold of her psycho boyfriend and her abusive transsexual father (hey look, another movie portraying trans folk as demons, what a surprise!) Now what does this have to do with dancing video games? It must connect to the major plot somehow, right? Why else would they stick totally unrelated thematic material in the middle of the movie that accounts for nearly two thirds of the running time… THERE MUST BE A REASON?!?! Yeeeeeeaaano. You see, the filmmakers don’t give a shit about their target audience. They claim to be avid DDR players, yet they get nearly every aspect of the game wrong… you know, the stuff us players cringe at whenever DDR is featured on a TV show): the players don’t dance in sync with the music, they hit totally different arrows than they’re supposed to, they play with GODDAMN SNOW BOOTS! Apparently, when you get exhausted during play, your legs spasm around like jello, then you collapse on the ground, the crowd counts to 10, then you lose. Did I mention they play on fucking Red Octane pads? The filmmakers had ONE MILLION DOLLARS at their disposal. They couldn’t have gotten a hand-me-down DDR machine and loaded it with Stepmania? They’re playing what appears to be a ten-year old build of DWI (Editor’s note: Dance With Intensity, an old DDR simulator for PC) with no music selection and arrows that do whatever the fuck they want… on the plus side, they did get two things right… only two… the nerve-wracking suspense between the end of the song and the score screen declaring who won the match, and the emphasis on getting a high arrow streak (although they neglect to mention the importance of perfect, marvelous, boo, letter ranking, percentages, quad stars, etc.) This is all trivial to 99% of the world, but for those of us who play DDR. You know, THE PEOPLE THE MOVIE WAS MADE FOR, it’s sloppy and boring and borderline offensive. I know I said the movie held my interest, but I mean that in the most contemptuous, “laughing AT you, not WITH you” kind of way. I LOL’d the entire movie, I couldn’t help myself…
I forgot the end of the story. Sorry, got lost in my own rage. Let’s see, in the middle of the final beat-off (there’s only two in the whole movie, remember), a siren goes off and triggers CAGE MATCH MODE. As in, an absolutely pointless cage comes out of the ceiling and surrounds the two players so they don’t leave the match… as if they were going to leave in the first place. Their whole life is at stake… as in, whoever loses the match gets “futtbucked” by their opponent then shot to death by the rival gang. So yeah, of course they’re going to leave in the middle of the match cause playing some no-name eurobeat 7-footer on “Omega Gangsta Mode” is just “too mofucking scary, yo…” I won’t spoil the ending, but let’s say one of them loses, then runs around town with cum in his beard for a good 15 minutes, then says “okay, you win, bye” and that’s it. Happily ever after. There’s your goddamn movie, DDR community. I could go on for hours (already have) about every single stupid detail in The FP (terrible title, by the way) but I’ll end the review with this.
The FP is damn near impossible to review. From the casual moviegoer to the hardcore arrow smasher, it fails in practically every imaginable way. The car-wreck fascination is a worn cliche but it truly applies in this unfortunate situation. But it still gets my recommendation for one single reason… there is no other DDR movie in the world… so you gotta take what you can get, “be the best nigga you can be, nigga” and always remember, don’t dance with your feet, “dance with your mind.”
Facepalm Sigh Unlimited (Radio Edit). 1.5/10
About the contributor: Sean (zrelmar) started dance-dancing in 2002 on a ghetto home pad he fashioned out of duct tape and household items. He soon became the biggest sensation in the world, winning a Utah and Idaho state tournament, but has since lost his smashing skills due to his refusal to play anything but DDR 4th mix. He’s rarely spotted at local arcades but some Pokemon Masters claim he still exists.
Sean also writes:
”I think I was overly harsh in my review, but it was never meant to be a serious criticism. It’s hard to take that movie seriously in the first place. But now I want to help them write a better sequel.“