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Films like this remake of FAME are frustrating for so many reasons, chief among them is that it's clear they aren't trying particularly hard to be great. Contrary to foggy memories, the 1980 version of FAME isn't that great a movie. It's sort of the prequel to A CHORUS LINE, showing a group of dancers, singers, musicians, actors, and other artistic types at a high school for the performing arts, where a group of teachers ply them with skills, push them harder than they've ever been pushed, and load them up with all of the cliches about effort and talent and placing the art before the celebrity they may or may not achieve. If even this plot description makes you roll your eyes, imagine the experience of watching the film.

But here's the thing: FAME (2009) features a group of largely unknown younger actors doing some pretty incredible stuff between the lame and obvious stories. The songs are catchy, the singing is often lovely, the dancing is impressive, and the acting... hey, did I mention the catchy tunes? What helps to keep Fame from sinking under the weight of its own self-importance are the older actors playing the teachers. I hate to say this--because I'm always looking for fresh faces in any film--but seeing familiar faces in this movie made me breathe a sigh of relief. Bebe Neuwirth plays a dance teacher, Kelsey Grammer a piano instructor (yes, both Frasier and Lilith are in this movie), Charles S. Dutton is the acting teacher, and Megan Mullally does a nice job as a singing coach who actually bothers to bond with her students. Original FAME alum Debbie Allen appears in a couple of scenes as the school principal.

The film seems to go out of its way to provide as multi-cultural a mix of kids as humanly possible. Black, white, Asian, Latino, they're all here on Noah's Benetton School of the Arts. And each come with their own set of anxieties and shortcomings they must conquer. The white girl (Kay Panabaker, who reminds me of a younger Amber Tamblyn) is a little nervous to do her thing in front of crowds; the black girl (Naturi Naughton) is a classical pianist who really wants to sing R&B; the hottie (the also white Kherington Payne) is a sexy and talented dancer whose biggest flaw is that she possesses no personality; another girl (Anna Maria Perez de Tagle, whose name would lead me to believe she's Latino, but I thought she was Asian while watching the film) is tempted by a job before she graduates; the Hispanic boy wants to be a music producer and learns a hard lesson about the music industry; the black guy (Collins Pennie from HALF NELSON and PROM NIGHT) wants to be a rapper-actor; the white guy (Paul McGill) thinks he's a filmmaker; and the other white guy (Asher Book) is can sing like an angel and is dating the first white girl. The problem with Fame isn't that all of these characters (and there are more) get mixed up in the heavily populated mix; the problem is that each character so clearly fills a niche that you can almost piece the cast together like a puzzle with no group left unrepresented, even if it means character underdevelopment is guaranteed.

But the question remains, Are people coming to see FAME for rich and fully drawn characters? I'm guessing not. They are coming to watch the alleged development of talent. They are coming to witness the birthplace of tomorrow's hit makers, acting giants and dancing greats. And they're coming to see a large number of these students fall short of their dreams. That's an element of this film I was surprised to see addressed. Some of these kids don't quite have what it takes to become great in their respective fields. Neuwirth gets to deliver that message to one student, and it's one of the few solid scenes in the film. Still, in the end, FAME becomes a slightly more believable but no less annoying and unholy version of HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, which I actually found more entertaining because it embraced the musical genre so completely. Fame would very much like to be a musical. You can almost feel the film itself bursting on its reel to let the characters break into song and dance whenever they feel like. Instead what we get is a small number of musical numbers that occur very politely in the context of the film. With the exception of the senior graduation performance, which briefly seems to ignore the small confines of the auditorium stage.

Beyond the lack of plot beyond simply following these students through four years of schooling, my biggest sticking point with FAME is that most of the younger actors are terrible. Dancer Kherington Payne is almost laughably bad (but she's smoking hot, so we'll forgive her). Most of the actors look like they were brought in to audition for one of those Sprite commercials where people drink soda and start doing backflips and smiling. That said, Naturi Naghton is someone whose singing and acting are worth revisiting. She's a gifted performer stuck in this tepid movie. She's so good in fact, that she makes those around her look five times as mediocre. Oh, and if you're wondering if there's a scene equivalent to the "Coco being pressured into undressing before the camera" scene in the original movie, there is, but it's not nearly as fun-creepy. Yeah, I said it.

I didn't walk into FAME expecting great things. And my expectations were soundly met. The best thing on director Kevin Tancharoen's filmography is a pre-breakdown Britney Spears live special that ran on TV a few years ago, so his history of dealing with real human beings is limited. Parts of the film feel like music videos, while others feel like a CW drama, with all of the emotional depth that that implies. There's ample potential with this subject matter, but until a film is willing to be honest about what really goes on at schools filled with artistic types, the results will always feel sterile and dishonest. That's right, I'm looking for the true story of hormones raging, cutthroat competition, hedonistic behavior, and a large group of dancers whose best options after graduating will be to star in the next Lil' Wayne video. Tell the truth people, and then maybe we can talk.

-- Capone
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