ARRIVING eight years after the original Honey with director Bille Woodruff still at the helm, this flat-footed dance sequel doesn’t boast a single original move.
Honey 2 high-kicks and somersaults from one predictable set piece to the next as a fiercely independent ingenue overcomes adversity to find her calling in the spotlight.
The ramshackle plot, thrown carelessly together by writers Alyson Fouse and Blayne Weaver, creaks almost as loudly as the painfully wooden performances led by the remarkably inexpressive Katerina Graham.
When she is lost in music and the film’s lacklustre choreography, the pretty actress has grace and strength, which both desert her every time she opens her mouth.
Bizarrely, Graham has a hilariously ungainly running action that would shame even Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks.
Her gym-toned co-stars have clearly been chosen for their gymnastic abilities while Woodruff gradually builds to the obligatory climactic dance-off.
Unfortunately, at the one moment when the film needs a daring and outlandish choreographic flourish to get the audience on its feet, Honey 2 stumbles and we find ourselves rooting for the heroine’s rivals instead.