Forget Mad Hot Ballroom. The real dance documentary hit of the summer is more likely to be Rize. After all, which do you think the kids are going to find more appealing: Formal steps that require suits, partners, and schoolteachers; or shaking the booty and slamming into fellow dancers while sporting war paint or clown makeup?
Well, duh. One of the dancers in Rize says to the camera, in all seriousness: "This is not a trend." Not to him, perhaps. But just wait till the executives at MTV and the suits at major advertising agencies get a look at the movie. You can bet your buns it'll become a trend.
Rize, directed by fashion photographer David LaChapelle (who probably gets his fair share of "Rick James, bitch!" jokes), begins with a "disclaimer" of the sort the late B-circuit film promoter William Castle would have appreciated: "The footage in this film has not been sped up in any way." It's a great way to build anticipation; here, before our very eyes, we will undoubtedly see dancing so extreme we would never believe a human body could move so fast. Well, we don't. This isn't a Bruce Lee movie. But the statement instantly piques your curiosity for what you might see and keeps you in anticipation.
LaChapelle, expanding on his award-winning short film "Krumped," introduces us to the new dance forms popular in South Central Los Angeles via the charismatic "ghetto celebrity" known as Tommy the Clown. A former drug dealer who now hosts children's birthday parties, Tommy is credited here with creating the dance style known as "clowning," which combines the physical comedy of a clown with hip-hop moves, many of which begin with a base form called "the stripper dance." It isn't what you may think -- no poles are involved. Rather, one makes a wide-leg stance as if riding a horse, shakes the butt, makes the arms convulse, and adds on stuff from there. It's a bit disturbing to see some of the really small girls doing it; parents assure the audience that it isn't sexual, but when the kids do a split and pull up their shirts, it seems at the very least inspired by other people for whom the gesture is sexual.
Many of those who enjoy the clowning style form their own clown troupes, and it's gone beyond a race thing -- there's an Asian group amusingly named Rice Track. If it seems like some of these groups function as gangs, that isn't accidental. The real street gangs, we're told, respect the clown groups and mostly leave them alone. Good to see that entertaining kids can be good for your health and safety as well as being fun and rewarding.
Spinning off from the clowns are the devotees of "krump," a more aggressive, warlike dance originated by guys with names like Dragon and Tight Eyez, who say they came up with the form for the benefit of kids who didn't want to play sports after school and had nothing else to occupy their time (legally) in the 'hood. A notable side effect of krumping appears to be the taking on of a younger protégé who might otherwise be at risk for delinquency. Tight Eyez, for instance, while barely into adulthood himself, has an even younger disciple under his wing named Baby Tight Eyez. Krump is not just a dance but a lifestyle, one so hip that it changes every day, and anyone who goes a day without doing it can be clearly denoted as behind the times and uncool. So they tell us, anyway. And this is not a trend?
Tommy the Clown and his apprentice Larry like to make fun of krump, seeing it as sloppy and chaotic compared to clowning. The stage is set for a showdown of styles, and the film builds to a head at BattleZone V, a dance-off judged by the audience that pits the krumpers against the clowns. LaChapelle makes the obvious comparisons to African tribal dance, but barely acknowledges the more obvious heritage of both rock concert mosh pits and professional wrestling. Tommy has fake championship belts made, and certainly no one who watched the Ultimate Warrior in the '80s could fail to see his influence on the krumpers. For that matter, Detroit's infamous white rappers Insane Clown Posse have been combining clowning, pro wrestling, hip-hop, and heavy metal for years. One can certainly make a good case that these guys are more skillful than ICP ever were, but when the movie almost jokingly interviews a doofus white guy claiming to be the first Caucasian krumper, you get the feeling LaChapelle either missed something or simply didn't want to see any possible influences from "white" pop culture. They're there.
But dammit, Jim, LaChapelle is a photographer, not a storyteller. Which is why, even at 84 minutes, the movie doesn't necessarily feel short -- musical montages replace narrative in way too many spots. But if you'd prefer, you can always call up Tommy the Clown and have him tell you more; his phone number is quite prominently displayed onscreen.
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