There are some bands who aren't particularly great album artists. Each record they put out, maybe they're good for two or three terrific songs, but the rest is straight filler never worth hearing again. Such bands are ideal for greatest-hits collections: You can grab their best moments without worrying that you're missing anything.
The Step Up films are the same way. If someone wanted to put together a compilation of all their dance sequences, I'd be there. But as pieces of narrative cinema, well, you just want to fast-forward to the next big dance scene. That's the same way with the latest installment, Step Up Revolution, which I review for Screen International.
