"Dream to be a Dancer" flicks are a dime a dozen anymore ... and this one doesn't really do anything new with the material other than present an off-tangent tragedy three-quarters of the way through to make a viewer feel more-than disturbed. 33-year old Aimee Garcia is supposed to pass as 17/18 year old Carmen (she doesn't), a Chicago high schooler with little to no motivation to do anything with her life until one particular teacher -- the one who gives her a hard time AND the only one in the entire film about high school -- asks her to apply for a dance academy in California. The story isn't particularly well-written and all of the characters are open books ... although some of them make NO sense (again, poor writing). They are all stereotypes ... and this is too bad. The film is predictable, predictable, predictable ... and nothing new. There was some talent onscreen (and off) with some nice hip-hop choreography; but the "story" is supposed to be more than this dancing. As the character is already sympathetic, I found the added punch-in-the-gut that I already mentioned a ploy that was unnecessary and it made this rather unpretentious film almost seem pretentious for a bit.