Another self-produced and distributed vanity film by - yes, really - director, producer, writer, distributor, AND star Tom Malloy. Even seeing two of these credits listed simultaneously is a red flag for some of the most talented names in the industry, and this auteur is clearly not going to be accused of talent. The Tommy Wiseau vibes are thick in this 93-minute mess, a confused mishmash of boring, unfunny clichés desperately pushed through strained paces. One thinks he should perhaps stop trying, and knows that this is another film to miss. Dance fans have many less inept options to choose from. (1/10 stars)