A month so back I warned of an upcoming Christian release – pegged as 2009’s “Fireproof” – “C Me Dance,” about a terminally ill ballet dancer who battles the devil:
A review on ChristianCinema.com describes the film as “a thrill ride with tender emotions” but warns that the PG-rated film does show girls in dance leotards so might that it not be appropriate for kids under 12
Well it seems that dance leotards might have scared some of the churchfolks away, as the film opened on 151 screens and only grossed $28,700. That’s a $190 average. Or, Paris Hilton/Jessica Simpson numbers.
Some of the reviews from mainstream media have been hilarious, such as this one from LA Weekly:
Faith-based films have made great strides in the past decade or so, from mainstream stars like Mel Gibson and Kirk Cameron giving passion projects a boost to evangelicals like Matthew Crouch becoming more savvy about the ins and outs of studio production. And yet, if any movie could undo all that progress in one fell swoop, it’s C Me Dance, an overwrought piece of (apparently) unintentional camp that, if it is remembered at all, will be only because some low-brow cinephile chooses to place it on a drunken rep-house double-bill with Tommy Wiseau’s The Room. Written, produced, directed by and starring “veteran” Greg Robbins (Pastor Greg), who has fewer movies on his IMDB profile than I do and whose filmmaking career seems to stretch back all of four years, C Me Dance plays like a fake Christian movie Troy McClure might end up starring in on an episode of The Simpsons, though it’s apparently for real. When high school ballerina Sheri (Christina DeMarco) is diagnosed with the world’s most flattering case of leukemia (no chemo or wasting away for this cancer girl!), her devastation quickly subsides as the power of the Lord descends, giving Sheri the ability to communicate telepathically, and in turn causing anybody she touches to hallucinate an image of the nails driven into Christs hands. This naturally angers Satan (Peter Kent), who appears as a paunchy guy in a trenchcoat, who sometimes forgets to put his monster-eye contacts in. But Sheri and her dad (Robbins) cleverly counter the Devil … by evangelizing on TV! Had Trinity Broadcasting Network come up with this feature in 1980, it would have been easier to sympathize with its flaws. In 2009, its hilarious ineptitude makes it border on becoming a cult classic for the ages … and we’re not talking religious cult.
And please, watch the trailer again or the first time, before this film fades into oblivion. Its amazing: