Director: Sam Firstenberg
Stars: Lucinda Dickey, Adolfo Quinones, Michael Chambers, Ben Lokey
A critic's take: “There are so many more things in Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo that defy logic, reason, even dignity, from obvious idiocies like Turbo's Fred Astaire-stolen breakdance on the ceiling to subtle dumbness like Kelly's handcuff belt, a marvel of mid '80s fashion. I will let you discover the rest on your own.” - David Cornelius (EFilmCritic)
Why it's bad (meaning good): Upon the release of 1984’s Breakin’, pop-and-lockers finally had their very own Rocky—minus everything that made Sylvester Stallone’s boxing epic great, of course. The inspirational story of a formal dancing student who falls in love with urban breakdancing, Breakin’ paved the way for more recent body-rocking flicks like Save The Last Dance and every Step Up entry; funnily enough, it’s quickest copycat was actually its rushed sequel, Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo.
Released a mere eight months after Breakin’, Turbo (Michael Chambers) and Ozone’s (Adolfo Quinones) second endeavor took an already mediocre production, raced to the finish line with a bundle of awesomely awkward scenes intact, and established itself as one of the cheesiest movies ever made. How else can one describe a movie that depicts its gang warfare scenes as West Side Story in neon leotards, and with flamboyant thugs that couldn’t even whoop the asses of the Lizzies from The Warriors? Here’s an alternate description: visual crack for those who can’t help but laugh at overdone ’80s goofiness.