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The movie is also burdened by some amateurish acting in supporting roles, but Mackie and Jonathan are the real deal, and they get good support from Wayne Brady as a smarmy sports agent.
| Original Score: 3/5
Even though the plot forgoes the formulaic slam-dunk, hackneyed devices, low production values, and the stilted direction (by Preston A. Whitmore II) dribble the ball off the shoe and out of bounds.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
A real air ball, so poorly scripted that most of the major plot developments occur offscreen.
If BET made after school specials, this is what they would look like.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
The streetball scenes, much like the plot, have a few high points but never hit their stride.
There are dumb movies and then there is Crossover, a movie so devoid of logic it will leave you astounded.
| Original Score: 2/5
Writer-director Preston Whitmore II's basketball film is a well-intentioned but utterly clichéd slice of Detroit life.
| Original Score: 1/5
The inspirational sports movie cliches notwithstanding, Crossover is just bad filmmaking that does not serve either its cast or its audience well.
Here's a story that wanders all over the place with an ending that just about anybody could predict.
| Original Score: .5/4
The beginning of Crossover looks like a mash-up of McG's Fastlane and Wayne Brady's storied appearance on Chappelle's Show.
I hated this movie. It's a piece of junk.
The movie looks as though it was edited in a Cuisinart, more concerned with frenetic cutting than coherent storytelling.
Despite a superb cast, Crossover dribbles slowly, with not nearly enough time on the basketball court.
| Original Score: 2/4
Crossover's got game, not to mention the best of intentions. But it's too clunky by half.
| Original Score: C
The budget appears to have been blown entirely on a single yellow motorcycle and team uniforms for the underground streetball games that are the film's raison d'être.
| Original Score: D
An end-of-summer throwaway that resembles last year's Supercross in its naked ineptitude and willingness to cut corners at every turn.
Much as they would like it to, basketball can't save the youthful inner-city players here. Nor does the ultra-fast-paced street version of the sport save this movie from predictability and tedium.
The Annapolis of basketball movies... The movie bounces from scene to scene like some sort of round rubbery sphere.
Just a few more tweaks and Crossover could have been something special -- a truly terrible movie to savor for the ages. But nooo, this street ball movie has to settle for middle-of-the-road badness.
Detroit-born independent filmmaker Preston A. Whitmore II's astonishingly inept drama revolves around the high-stakes world of streetball and the efforts of two teenagers to resist its flash and cash temptations.