This movie failed to deliver on the ONE SIMPLE THING I wanted. I didn’t expect great acting, a decent story line, or witty dialogue. I wanted to see some gymnastic routines without superfluous visual effects, and I didn’t even get that.

No, it’s not going to win awards, barring Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice and possibly MTV’s movie awards. The fact is, I enjoyed it. The lead was appealingly real in her prickly dialogue, the music was fantastic, and there were lots of scenes that I enjoyed with the guilty pleasure that I usually derive from watching re-runs of McGyver – You don’t want to look like you’re enjoying it as much as you are, but what the hell, the lights are off.

Yes, it gets a lil sappy. It also presents this grand vision of sports utopia that I believe, one day, can come true if we are all truly faithful and make monthly offerings to the Gods of Impossible Optimism.

I have to note the one creepy-crawly element – too many teenaged girls vying for the sweet caresses of Mr. Bridges. It’s not meant to be disturbing, but there’s a twinge…

This is the worst, worst movie I have seen in a long time. Do not, under any circumstances, watch this movie unless you love things that are horrible. The trailer says “From the producers of Bring It On.” This movie is only 8% as good as Bring It On. DO NOT BE FOOLED.