Crossover

In the Motor City, Noah is determined to use his basketball scholarship as a means to becoming a doctor rather than succumbing to the allure of the NBA. His best friend Tech is from the wrong side of the tracks (and once took a fall for him) and is busting his hump to get his GED, and kick some ass in an underground street-ball game against his nemesis Noah. They hook up with a couple of chicks, bad things happen, and then Noah risks it all to help out his friend in the anticlimactic Big Game. How many clichés, sporadic bits of basketball action (very sporadic), bad actors and rap-song fillers can you pack into a movie? A buttload. It is also cheap looking, poorly written and as boring as this kind of thing gets. But it at least gets a little bit of credit for being so damned earnest in its silly little shoulda-went-straight-to-DVD, underachiever sort of way. It wants to be an uplifting, sanitized version of the inner city, but the babysitter threw this manipulative baby out with the wash.