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It's equal parts 'Flashdance,' 'Burlesque' and 'Lambada', all parts ludicrous - but we aren't here for the story any more than we watch Béla Tarr for the salsa numbers.

There's too much color and energy and frenzy in this movie to discount it entirely, but it has a disconcerting tendency to undercut its best notions with some singularly awful moves.

With the most wooden leads of the series to date - an MMA fighter and a 'So You Think You Can Dance' alum - the drama between the dancing has never felt more interminable.

'Step Up: You've Seen All This Before' would be more accurate, but Summit Entertainment's marketing department knows that wouldn't help sell tickets.

Delivers plenty of spectacular fancy footwork in what is otherwise a flat-footed fantasy.

While dance purists won't be impressed by the energetic and athletic choreography -- the dancers have clearly learned routines but not necessarily technique -- date-movie audiences will likely want to go out dancing afterward themselves, and that's fun.

The ubiquitous product placements tend to undercut the anti-corporate speechifying.

Despite the fact that there are four choreographers listed on the IMDB credits, even a few of the routines felt flat.

The dancing is the one thing - and I mean the ONE THING - that the film has going for it, and it's not showcased as well as it should be.

The story is sappy and predictable... But the dancing has a freshness and vibrancy that's infectiously enjoyable.

Many of the old tropes and gimmicks from the previous films are recycled into an all-too-familiar plotline: An edgy, streetwise guy falls for a classy, upper-crust sweetie, and together they dance their way past obstacle after obstacle.

The Step Up franchise has never been noted for its astute screenwriting, but this instalment sets the bar so low that even its bendy cast members would have trouble limboing under it