A clichéd, unbelievable and insulting mess.

Rating: Null/10 (12 January 2014)

A family member adored it and I was prepared to do the same. Oh dear. OK My likes? Jennifer Lawrence. The soundtrack. I've downloaded a few of the pieces played in the film. My dislikes? Let me count. No let me recap:
All sense of reality, common sense, mental illness and human behaviour were tossed out the window.
Bipolar is curable if an out of control mentally ill man, just released from a state hospital with a restraining order on him meets an equally mentally unstable hot girl - yes, girl, she appears to be twenty years younger than him.
The Token Black Man is crazy too and comes and goes at will from the same mental institution despite being under surveillance, tee-hee, sloppy security much? TBM has no purpose in the film other than admire white man's mother's cooking and yuk it up with OCD white dad. And then, whatever job done, TBM disappears from film.
There are no trials for the dance competition. Anyone can enter without prior sighting, regardless of who they are or even if they can dance at all.
A friendly local cop monitors all the outbursts of Crazy White Man (CWM), dropping by the house, appearing at the movie theatre while completely ignoring the fight at the football game or the harassment of the principal at the school
Dad is a proud undercover bookie, wagering the entire family fortune on juju bets and parlays and no one stops him. Breezy mom never worries at all about the insane behaviours of her son and husband they reprise Archie and Edith Bunker in a number.
And the ending, so predictable and clichéd and just cringe-worthy.
But hey! Instant cure for bi-polar - meet a hot young chick and learn how to dance.
I'm familiar with the mental illnesses portrayed in this film and frankly their depiction is an insult.
Silver lining? The only one around here is the vanished silver from my pocket for paying $$ for this pitiful film.