Having performed Contemporary with the Frankston Ballet Company for over 15 years, I was blown away by this stunning portrayal of dance (pronounced: Dar-nce),and the impact it can have in both social and political spheres.

This film follows a "crew" called "The Mob", who are using "Flash Mobs" to gain "Hits" on "The Youtube" to win a large cash prize. However, when a large property consortium threatens to build condominiums over their historic and ethnically diverse neighborhood, The Mob focuses their art toward social awareness and protest.

The plot thickens as the property magnates daughter Emily joins the mob in an act of rebellion. To my surprise (and delight!),this uptown girl falls in love with Mob co-founder Sean, whose rugged handsomeness and thick golden locks remind one of a typical street hooligan. Jealousy, angst, and betrayal ensue; fracturing friendships, relationships and bringing a community to its knees.

For a large portion of the film, I was gravely concerned for the fate of our two protagonists; a modern day Romeo and Juliet whose love was being asphyxiated by an unforgiving father and a jealous friend. Could the power of dance truly overcome corporate greed and male machismo?

*** SPOILER ALERT ***

Yes.

The power of dance can overcome anything. In a beautiful finale, The Mob re-forms to reform the town's attitude - and that of the developers - to stop them from destroying beautiful, historic Miami. And as our young lovers perform a beautiful "bump 'n grind" in front of him, even developer dad realizes the error of his ways.

I have seen and heard of similar tales from all over the world: From Baltimore all the way to New York, where dance overwhelms the mind, body and soul and allows the evil powers of rational decision making to be overcome by the beauty of beauty.

My only criticism is that this film is, for the most part, too realistic. .

When Step Up was released in 2006 with a pre-fame Channing Tatum, there was little need for a plot or character development but they included it anyway – and the movie, along with the hip-hop/ballet moves, was actually really good. Six years and three sequels later, that effort has slowly diminished; at this point in the franchise it's 100% about the dancing and nothing else. Subsequently Miami Heat is essentially the cinematic version of 'So You Think You Can Dance', albeit without the talentless gits that hog the early episodes for comedic value. The high-concept toe-tapping sequences come thick and fast and mercifully keep the acting and dialogue to a minimum, however the sheer implausibility of the set pieces – called "protest art" or some crap – grinds over time. Fans of the series can kick back and enjoy, all others should give it a miss.

In Miami, Sean Asa leads a flash mob called The Mob in street performances. During the day, he's a waiter at a hotel owned by William Anderson (Peter Gallagher). Anderson's daughter Emily drops out of college trying to get into a prestigious modern dance school. He gives her the summer before sending her back to Cleveland as he plans to develop Sean's neighborhood.

The generic story is forgettable. The generic leads are forgettable and beautiful but there is no real charisma. The mob dances are fun, kinetic, and colorful. This is every bit as expected and forgettable.