Bring It on Again Dust Off Them Spankies

If you lot were built-in in the 90's and you lot didn't grow up on the Bring It On cheerleading cinematic franchise, I have to believe that you grew upwardly in a convent without a VHS player and stereotypical rom com pop culture existence shoved down your seven year former throat. I was OBSESSED with Bring It On. Never heard of it? Let me give you a run-downwards.

The Toro cheerleading squad from Rancho Carne High School (Five TIME NATIONAL WINNING CHEERLEADING Squad!!!!) in San Diego has got spirit, spunk, sass and a killer routine that's sure to country them the national title trophy for the 6th year in a row. But for newly-elected team captain Torrance AKA queen of 2000 Kirsten Dunst, the Toros' road to total cheer celebrity takes a shady plow when she discovers that their perfectly-choreographed routines were in fact stolen from the Clovers, a hip-hop team from Due east Compton led by the amazing Gabrielle Union whose book I yet have on my TBR, by the Toro's sometime captain Large Blood-red.

I watched this pic a minimum of 87 times through my prepubescent years and have seen every spin off picture that followed after information technology to mooch off the success of the first with the unforgettable tagline "You lot better BRING information technology."

I also fully attribute my political aspirations and contributions to the MASTERFUL writing of "This is not a democracy. This is a CHEEROCRACY."

Anyways, it has been years since I accept indulged in the Rancho Carne dumpster fire of amazingness, and so this, right here, is a alive reaction to a rewatch of a film that ruled my life as I slowly started saying "bitch" when parental units were non present and wondered when the first time would be when a human being saw my spankies. I want to see if this pic would concur up today or if the problematic nature of 2000 would kill it for me.

Buckle up, baby. I paid $ii.99 for this on Amazon because my copy is packed in an onetime meat box.

I am sitting in my night room staring with too much moisturizer on my face and with a Hidden Springs Pale Ale in my easily, my third beer of the night, completely enamored past the musical mantra occuring on my Television set - the phenomenal dream sequence of Torrance in the Rancho Carne gym, where the rhymes are slamming and the abs are OUT every bit I'1000 wearing my Target granny panty underwear with my breadbasket curlicue slumping over. I experience GREAT.  I'g slamming, I'm hot, I'g everything y'all're not! The cheerleaders yell out "I'm flying, I jump, y'all tin can wait but don't you hump!" and I think singing this line in a kitty cat t-shirt with absolutely no boobs and no thought what hump fifty-fifty means!

They start their curlicue telephone call of sorts and petty did they know this would create the "Shabooyah" roll call chant in "Bring Information technology On: All Or Nothing" to exist reciprocated past white girls across the country in their formative middle school years.

AND THEN TORRANCE'S Elevation FALLS OFF. A nightmare right?!?!? That really happened to me when I danced to Boogie Fever in 6th grade at a dance competition in Minneapolis and I can absolutely empathize and say "Yep!!! A nightmare!!!"

We are vi minutes in when we get our first fat joke! On a adult female who is no more than a size four! Classic! Courtney says "She puts the whore in horrifying!" which is both a slut shaming ick and a great lesson in spelling for seven-year-erstwhile Maggie. Torrance wins captain and we get a mumbled "slut" adding to the facet that a peachy way to lessen a adult female'southward success is to bring up her sexual activity life.

Anyways!

"Do I look like a milkmaid? Because somebody feels like a moo-cow!" Wow! Imagine being lifted in the air and hearing your male teammate proverb that. Definitely wouldn't make me want to kill myself or anything. And a "Somebody didn't spend the unabridged summer working out, right Carver?" Wow, let me take some other sip of my beer!!!!!!

Ok, nevertheless going. Cliff entering the scene and defying the loser sneeze with a Clash t-shirt gave me my first introduction to my "Soft Boi" fascination and future demise every bit a 20-something dating in her twenties. If he were personified today, information technology'd be the guy on my bumble profile with the bio that read "merely into girls that want to listen to The 1975, watch Lurid Fiction on a loop, and talk about the universe." Swoon!

Then, we get a homophobic comment from the football players merely the male cheerleaders don't accept that shit. Skilful job writers (for now). Except January, who is the recipient of most homophobic comments, is a sexist and inappropriate nightmare????

Isn't this the audition for Pippin? Expressionless. The tryout scene is one of my favorite montages in all of 2000's movies. Cherry Pie tin can't play in a bar without me wanting to put on a bluish bikini elevation and shake my cellulite donkey on a bartop to make a dude autumn backwards off his chair.

And CUE ELIZA
DUSHKU!!!!!!!!! She is the reason my sexuality is on a spectrum.

Speaking of homophobic comments, cue Courtney maxim "Missy looks like an uber dyke." Oh my fruckin' yikes. We aren't even twenty minutes in. I desire to scream. Fast forward two minutes and we get another "dyke-y loser." Non property upwardly well so far.....at all.

And then, we go to Missy alerting Torrance that her entire cheer career has been a facade and her erstwhile captain, Big Ruddy, has been ripping off thank you from Black women in Compton. White women stealing from Black women and culturally appropriating from them? REALISM, folks, REALISM. Way ahead of their times here in the teenage picture palace sphere. Redemption....slightly. Simply still, as we progress, white saviourism every bit then Torrance tries to brand up for information technology and act like apologizing for the stealing and offering white daddy money makes up for the stealing in the first place. Practise you recall Kylie Jenner is a Bring It On fan?

Thank yous Gabrielle Union for providing the best line in movie history.

Torrance's brother coming in hot with the homophobia again every bit he calls her collegiate fellow Aaron (who is abrasive, aye, merely obviously never worthy of homophobic slurs) gay for being a old cheerleader, feeding into the thought that men cannot be straight when they participate in inherently female activities, no matter the athleticism involved so long every bit society deems it "feminine." Torrace doesn't tolerate it and tugs out his nintendo cord. But, is this because she is angry that her brother is unintentionally making fun of her for being attracted to a human who is a cheerleader or because she is consciously fighting homophobia. I'm going to go with the latter unfortunately. We ease right into the adjacent scene in the auto where the team is on the way to their offset football game and the lines "Are you trying to tell me yous speak fag?" and "Is she dyke-adelic?" are thrown out. God, I am cringing and wish I had tampons near by to shove into my ear cavities.

And Jan full on admits to "accidentally" fingering Courtney while he holds her in a cheer position when she doesn't wear any spankies. Nothing similar a sexual assault joke in a movie to make you desire to keep watching. With a scene later on to match at the football where after Jan "slips," Courtney makes a face every bit though she secretly likes it. Adding to the idea enforced in rape culture that the "victim secretly wanted it." Then, The Clovers show up and absolutely HUMILIATE The Toros for standing to utilize stolen cheers and nosotros are supposed to yet feel kind bad for The Toros. White tears are strong here.

Then, we are finally given a problematic break and blessed with Cliff's atrocious fake guitar playing skills. I did improve air guitar before my toddler donkey fifty-fifty knew what a guitar was. But, here I am, still in beloved and obsessed with Cliff and feeling all tingly inside from the awkward and cring-y toothbrushing scene. Who knew someone could brand me want to cutting sexual tension with a butter pocketknife for a totally mundane bathroom nightly routine? And can we talk about how Kirsten Dunst'due south boobs in that 90'due south style tank top are perfectly perky? That's a hate criminal offense.

Yay, a dozen more fat jokes from the scary spirit-finger wielding asshole! I know, in this sense, nosotros are supposed to eye him as the villian. Only, come on, they are still existence said, and these women are literally 100 pounds. Yous hate to see it. Also threw in a "Grinning!" at Missy. I've never wanted to punch a person more.

Ruby-red on top is using the "r-word" and encouraging Darcy to develop an eating disorder since fatty people don't fly as high when you're a cheerleader getting thrown in the air. I have a very special spirit finger for the person who wrote this graphic symbol in and here'southward a hint, it'due south my heart 1!

We are given a balance when we are bombarded with hair-sprayed up-dos similar to dipping your head in concrete, Courtney calling a half dozen twelvemonth old a whore and attempting to fight her, and a horrible routine to U-G-L-Y where a mother runs up to the judges table to yell at the human who looked down during a cheer stunt. Peak white mom. The Clovers walk in to the regional competition to evil-habitation music and we are reminded badly, once over again, who the supposed villains are in the story thus far before they crush their original routine. So we hear information technology.....

"Ready FOR TOTAL DOMINATION......." and our screen is filled with anguished, fraudulent, white fear! Torrance is debating on cheer-tizing white flight similar to housing segregation, merely they fearfully perform the routine anyways, completely humiliating themselves. I Dear Information technology. Cliff yelling "Hey Torrence!" as she gets annihilated by the judicial committee for utilizing Sparky Polastri is laugh out loud entertainment. A slap on the wrist in the end though for 100% cheating and performing a stolen routine is on a lesser calibration, similar to white men getting taken to Burger King later on opening burn in a Charleston church. The slack white people are given. Very fitting.

Torrence'southward twenty-four hour period is ruined further with Cliff outside her door with FLOWERS in a Push-Up, looking ADORBS, with him having witnessed her disgustingly get macked on by her loser boyfriend Aaron in his dorky blue whatever-yous-call-that-dweeb-car after he told her she maybe wasn't, airquote, captain material. A very important moment though, because it gave united states Kirsten Dunst bobbing her caput extremely off shell and dancing HORRIBLY on her likewise stiff bed to Cliff's original vocal with vocals that sound nothing similar Jesse Bradford. Cue some other sip of beer!

Torrance dumps Aaron in the best way with the best hair-do. This is fantastic wrap-around writing. Women are and then talented at remembering the exact words that men use to demean united states. It degrades u.s.a., demeans us, and sometimes makes united states of america not desire to go out of bed for two days. Just it's so fun to use against them after nosotros finally come to our senses and dump their ass. "That' right, I am a cheerleader, and you're a dumbass" is my new "That's right, I am woman, and you're a dumbass," anytime a man makes any comment meant to demean me and my femininity. Thank y'all, Missy.

Without Torrance'due south white saviourism, The Clovers earn their fashion to Nationals with the help of Pauletta (aka a knock off of Oprah) and we are gifted some other fat joke! Yay!

Now, the climax of the moving picture, Nationals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MAKES THE Unabridged MOVIE WORTH IT. The dancing and cheerleading is sublime. Brain-melting. Makes you want to wave pom-poms in the air in the middle of your living room. When 'bang blindside choo choo railroad train' comes on during the Clovers routine, I get a heart palpatation! SUPREME! And I have the part "You lot KNOW!" ingrained in me and my body just automatically reacts with muscle retention when I rewatch to throw down my arm. And while the Rancho Carne Toros routine is overall more creative, y'all can't help merely experience your heart warm when The Clovers get their due. It's a feel adept ending that makes this problematic movie unable to collect grit on your $2 garage sale DVD holder. The swing dancing, pristine helicoptor stunt, and Cliff head banging? Chills.

This movie is overtly homophobic, teeters on sexism and rape culture, plays on stereotypical rivalry between races and cultural cribbing, enables white saviourism, and is all around cringy and heed boggling at moments. Merely, you can't not lookout it when information technology comes on cable. Through all the bullshit, The Clovers come out as winners. And it put Gabrielle Union on the map and offered a digestible take on cultural appropriate to tweens. And to its cadre, it is subtly feminist with ownership over female person sexuality, the seriousness surrounding cheerleading as an athletic feat, and having women competing with each other dynamically instead of over a man.

What pic should I review next?

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