We watched Work It on Netflix so you don't have to.

Let me start by saying that I — if that wasn't clear yet — am definitely up for a good guilty pleasure. In fact, I am currently in the middle of a serious binge-watching session of over 36 hours of Married At First Sight Australia. And after sixteen hours of viewing pleasure, I haven't regretted a second so far. The same goes for Selling Sunset. Pure enjoyment. I can't say anything else about it.

The annoying thing about this passion for guilty pleasures is that every now and then there's one that completely misses the mark. We had, of course, the unforgivable Knight Before Christmas and the horror series Ares which was absolute horror, but not in the way the creators intended. And those sly foxes at Netflix know how to present it all as if it’s sufficient. But as Mr. Heydrich said in Rundfunk: ‘UN-SATISFACTORY.’ 

And we can add another one to the list, you know: Work It. It was supposed to be the resurrection of Save The Last Dance and Step Up, but it was… Well, what was it really? An hour and a half full of clichés, bad acting, and zero jokes. I expected much more, especially because Liza Koshy was in it and I like her. But what was she doing in this film? All she did was put on full Crazy Eyes and act like some uncontrollable frisky cat whenever a handsome man walked in.

It would have been nice if the BFF of the main character had a bit of substance. Nope. No personality at all, so the main character has to manage on her own. And Sabrina Carpenter just can't do that. Exactly zero chemistry between her and the insignificant choreographer she naturally ends up in a relationship with. Seriously, two pandas would make it even more hot and steamy.

And that Sabrina Carpenter (Quinn in the film) absolutely cannot dance. Dresses like an exaggerated nerd and then practices and of course falls flat on the ground, but that insignificant choreographer finds that incredibly cute. I don't know, but if I show my sick moves (which I don't have, just like Quinn) to a handsome guy and I fall face first on the ground: no relationship is coming out of that.

But well, miracle of miracles, Quinn seems to get smooth hips within a month. Her BFF Liza Koshy is an experienced dancer but still has to give up her spot to Quinn at the big finale. Because she has to be the center of the performance but OH NO, she's almost late. Luckily just in time for her solo and Quinn saves the day. This is the whole movie, this last paragraph. And yes, it sounds just as clichéd, predictable, and trite as it is. UNSATISFACTORY.