Has a very definite bullied-by-A from PRETTY LITTLE LIARS flavor, but the term that kept flashing through my mind while watching The Truth was "Rebels without a cause"... a lot of posturing clearly for very little reason. And a considerable effort to pull off a ruse like that.
Saying that the characters lack depth pretty much sums it up. I do however rewatch and rewatch and analyze this and analyze that and Cristine Prosperi is a total jewel in here rising far far far above the rest. Unfortunately that doesn't say much. The girl who plays Hannah in here was clearly inspired by Hanna of PRETTY LITTLE LIARS but unfortunately, Ashley Benson she is NOT. She gives her lines as if reading them off. Later developments in the script depend very heavily on this very weak link to carry the story, and predictably, she fails spectacularly, and the movie slides out in a whimper. The Rebels do their performance wearing long pants? The lead girl sort of fades out towards the end. She is still there, but dimmed out. Vivica A. Fox (what a name!)'s Cheer Goddess comes across as kinda more than a little bit weird, even slurring words.
As for the very heart of it all, some pretty vivid foxes, yeah. Worth watching, yeah. Not really a good movie, no. But Cristina is worth the price of entry alone. The rest of the cast is a cheer-tastrophy, though.
Certainly kills off the franchise, no doubt nobody's gonna touch this for LONG TIME.
But I've neglected to say a truly heartfelt thing. Cheerleaders get bad treatment in many stories, but they deserve to be an Olympic event. Only they shouldn't be called cheerleaders. This ranks them second to male-dominated sports. To me the highest form of excellence is this "flying bird" with the colorful plumage (fortunately with better legs). Unfortunately the risks are SEVERE when it comes to being tossed up in the air and having to come down... ballerinas are wonderful till you find out their reality... Cheerleaders are much the same. But they are all to be revered.
A little post script by this South African:
Ha ha ha. The South African Blue Cranes. In words of my home language: Aaaag shame! Typically lazily humdrum South African. Score: big fat zero. Glue factory?
Saying that the characters lack depth pretty much sums it up. I do however rewatch and rewatch and analyze this and analyze that and Cristine Prosperi is a total jewel in here rising far far far above the rest. Unfortunately that doesn't say much. The girl who plays Hannah in here was clearly inspired by Hanna of PRETTY LITTLE LIARS but unfortunately, Ashley Benson she is NOT. She gives her lines as if reading them off. Later developments in the script depend very heavily on this very weak link to carry the story, and predictably, she fails spectacularly, and the movie slides out in a whimper. The Rebels do their performance wearing long pants? The lead girl sort of fades out towards the end. She is still there, but dimmed out. Vivica A. Fox (what a name!)'s Cheer Goddess comes across as kinda more than a little bit weird, even slurring words.
As for the very heart of it all, some pretty vivid foxes, yeah. Worth watching, yeah. Not really a good movie, no. But Cristina is worth the price of entry alone. The rest of the cast is a cheer-tastrophy, though.
Certainly kills off the franchise, no doubt nobody's gonna touch this for LONG TIME.
But I've neglected to say a truly heartfelt thing. Cheerleaders get bad treatment in many stories, but they deserve to be an Olympic event. Only they shouldn't be called cheerleaders. This ranks them second to male-dominated sports. To me the highest form of excellence is this "flying bird" with the colorful plumage (fortunately with better legs). Unfortunately the risks are SEVERE when it comes to being tossed up in the air and having to come down... ballerinas are wonderful till you find out their reality... Cheerleaders are much the same. But they are all to be revered.
A little post script by this South African:
Ha ha ha. The South African Blue Cranes. In words of my home language: Aaaag shame! Typically lazily humdrum South African. Score: big fat zero. Glue factory?