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Anitta | ... |
Anitta
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Sophia Aguiar | ... |
Casey Wright
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Larry Bourgeois | ... |
Larry
(as Larry Nicolas Bourgeois)
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Laurent Bourgeois | ... |
Laurent
(as Laurent Nicolas Bourgeois)
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Shaun Brown | ... |
Phillip
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Lawrence Devera | ... |
Law
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Kelsey Crane | ... |
Heather
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Ian Eastwood | ... |
Camera Man #1
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Jay Ellis | ... |
Quinn
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Kashif Gaines | ... |
MC
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Marissa Heart | ... |
Tara
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Taylor Locascio | ... |
BigMakk /
Megan
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Keone Madrid | ... |
Keone Madrid
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Mari Madrid | ... |
Mari Madrid
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Elizabeth Helen Maqueda | ... |
Rose
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Story revolves around Casey, a young dancer who is discovered on YouTube by an up-and-coming talent scout. When Casey gets thrust into the modern world of internet celebrity and culture, she must find a way to balance her true identity with her online persona, or risk losing herself and everything she cares about. A coming-of-age dance drama for the YouTube generation. Written by V
Rarely does a film come along which makes you feel so strongly for the main character that you are changed as a result of viewing the film.
Equally rarely does a film go to unique and interesting places less traveled by the overwhelming majority of derivative films which seek little more than a different flavor of Big Mac.
And even lesser still, is a film which combines all of the various story, character, direction, scenery, music, photography, composition, location, sound, and editing elements in such a way that you simultaneously want to applaud the effort, but also make sweet and passionate love to the producers. Either individually or as a collective. I mean, sometimes it's just so over-the-top good that the only way to appropriately thank them for their cinematic genius, is to "Know" them...in the biblical sense.
Breaking Through, isn't one of those films.
At no point did I wish to play footsies with the director, fondle the line producer, flirt with the sound editor, do the Mongolian Reverse Sleeping Blanket with the exec producer, or engage in the highly taboo (and punishable by jail-time in a dozen countries)...Glory Bowl Sailor's Delight with the writer. I just...wasn't feelin it, yo. My body is a temple, and I won't share it willy-nilly with a bunch of hacks. Sorry y'all, it just wasn't good enough for me to open my gates of Venus for this sub-par attempt. Try harder next time, and perhaps you can at least play with my hanging gardens of Babylon. Maybe.
My second cousin from East Africa, who has a mild learning disability, said it best. After watching this film, he loudly exclaimed: "Dis film sux, cuz".
Yes, Uhm Fu Fu, you are absolutely right. Now hush, and eat your fried locusts.