“How many wanna die with me!?” The chorus from Ja Rule’s “How Many” sounds desperate and rebellious, a call for true dog loyalty. As it’s performed in the rapper’s currently all-over-TV music video, the chorus takes on a less choleric trendiness: throwing his hands in the air, Ja Rule stalks a label-logoed stage, cheered by an enthusiastic crowd of beautiful hiphop kids. Interspersed with this rowdy ritual are whopping zoom shots, gorgeously lit shots of the young stars of Light It Up, Usher Raymond, Rosario Dawson, Fredro Starr, Sarah Gilbert (with brief notations of the adult players, Forest Whitaker and Vanessa L. Williams in a cool new short haircut). “How Many” sells the soundtrack, the soundtrack sells the movie, and the cash flows.
Such is the business of crossover advertising and consuming. It’s about mixing and matching venues (say, music videos and movies, TV and magazine fashion spreads), talent (musicians, actors, designers, singers), and target audiences. The most successful crossover campaigns make the pitch for “universality,” which means that, even if you don’t imagine you’d be interested in a topic (high school movies) or star (Usher or Ja Rule or Rosario Dawson), you’re told that there are good reasons for you to buy the product.
In the case of Light It Up, crossing-over occurs on several levels, not the least significant being the use of a famously hard rapper like Ja Rule to pitch a movie that argues against kids being hard. The slip-the-yoke-and-change-the-joke crossing over here comes in the soundtrack’s brilliant marketing moves of the soundtrack crossover. But it’s a smart marketing move to use Ja Rule’s hit single, as well as Master P’s title track, AZ and Beanie Siegel’s “That’s Real,” Amil and Sole’s “First One Hit,” DMX’s “Catz Don’t Know,” and Blaze and Fredro’s “Ghetto is a Battlefield.” (Not to mention the zinger-crossing-over-the-moon track, ‘N Synch’s “Only in Heaven’s Eyes,” which is intelligently left out of the movie proper, playing over the closing credits: this way, it sells the CD, but won’t interfere with the film’s staunch hiphop flavor.)
In the larger scheme of things, the use of Ja Rule is a crossing over for the film-and-soundtrack producers, Babyface and wife Tracey Edmonds, better known for their previous soft R&B work, including producing Soul Food and distributing Have Plenty. It looks like they’re expanding their repertoire to the lucrative “youth market.” The Edmonds are, of course, virtuoso entrepreneurs, and it makes sense that their foray into a new “demographic” would be expertly calculated. Crucially, Light It Up is most obviously a slick ‘90s update of The Breakfast Club. The set-up is hardly subtle: the righteously sullen white ‘burban high school students have mutated into righteously enraged multi-culti urbanites and the situation is an accidental but inevitably violent school take-over instead of a Saturday detention. If you have any lingering doubts as to the film’s roots, consider that it stars Judd Nelson, once John Hughes’ version of a wannabe hooligan, now a passionate, honorable English teacher, wanting so much to help his students but completely unable to do so.
But if it’s easy to see all this, it’s less easy to dismiss Light It Up as merely more of the same. The complications come in the film’s self-understanding: it never pretends to be anything but what it is: a grand dramatization of high school sadness and rage. Written and directed by Craig Bolotin (who wrote Black Rain and wrote and directed for Miami Vice), the movie arrives in theaters at a time that makes it relevant and, perhaps even more surprising, interesting. For one thing, it actually does update the high school movie genre, so inexorably defined by the 1980s Hughes Machine (and brilliantly deconstructed by Heathers in 1987) and so dutifully reprised by just about every high school movie of the last decade (not so well deconstructed by Heathers clones like Jawbreaker). This updating is based in the film’s serious attention to contemporary high schoolers’ concerns. Like most high school movies, Light It Up begins with stereotypes for characters, but by the end, they’ve been complicated and contextualized.
Some of the students’ concerns are site-specific, but they’re also general enough to make compelling sense for a range of viewers: the students at Queens’ Lincoln High School are underfunded, understaffed, underappreciated, and underprotected (despite the standard metal detectors at the main doors). Unlike Wes Craven’s sappy and exemplary-teacher-focused Music of the Heart, this movie takes the kids’ point of view. Granted, given the Edmondses’ connections and budget, this perspective is sort of grit-plus-glam, with production design by Lawrence G. Paul (Back to the Future and Blade Runner) and cinematography by Elliot Davis (Out of Sight).
Lush as it looks, the story remains focused on basic, topical problems, without resorting to Columbine-derived histrionics: the point here is not to decipher “bad kids,’’ but to indict the school, class, and legal systems that make life difficult for all the kids. The Lincoln students survive without help from most adults around them. Most of them get by or get over, and some of them even imagine getting out. Among these hopefuls is Stephanie (Dawson), an A student with Ivy League aspirations, and Ziggy Malone (Robert Ri’chard), a graffiti artist who wants to be the next Basquiat. They’re both encouraged to pursue their dreams by Knowles (Nelson), who also looks out for basketball player Lester (Usher), currently going through hell because he witnessed his father being “accidentally” killed by cops, who have offered no apology, explanation, or legal recompense for the family.
Understandably on edge, the students are quickly drawn into a no-win showdown with their principal (Glynn Turman), a beleaguered manager who suspends Knowles for taking the kids off campus for class (because their classroom is freezing and dripping icy water from the ceiling). The principal calls for security to back him up, and the kids suddenly confront a testy, image-anxious ex cop, Officer Dante Jackson (Whitaker). A struggle ensues, the cop’s shot in the leg, and his gun ends up in Lester’s hands. The school shuts down, the kids are left with their hostage and a request from the police negotiator, Detective Audrey McDonald (Williams, who also played a difficult role in the Edmondses’ Soul Food) to state their demands. This is a predicament, as they never envisioned that anyone would ask them what they wanted.
They need to come up with a plan and a way to work together. They feel under siege (a point made clear by a clip from Denzel Washington’s Under Siege on a background TV). The beleaguered crew includes Lester, Stephanie, and Ziggy, as well as a stoner named Rivers (Clifton Collins, Jr.), a loner, Lynn (Gilbert), and a gangbanger, Rodney (Starr). Brought together inadvertently, they spend the day pairing off to argue, worry, and talk earnestly about their “issues,’’ a la Breakfast Club. That these issues include the need to get the school’s broken windows fixed, lack of textbooks, Lester’s dad’s murder, and Lynn’s unwanted pregnancy (just confirmed that morning in the girls’ room, where she was viciously dissed by chic classmates) indicates just how far from the Hughes Universe the kids have traveled.
Their exchanges range from hackneyed (Rodney wants to bust a cap in Jackson’s or Lester’s ass) to upsetting (Ziggy’s been cruelly abused, Jackson’s got his own life woes), with predictable romancing between Lester and Stephanie in the mix (though this is handled with some admirable tact). Lessons are learned, tensions wind up and down, but the situation can’t come out well. Perhaps the most auspicious lesson has to do with tolerance, but it’s hard to dismiss loyalty: the kids have to stick together because they’ve been abandoned by administrators and cops who don’t get it.
Which returns us to Ja Rule: ostentatious and inflammatory as his posturing might appear to adults, he speaks truth for his young audience: loyalty and commitment are key to the struggle. What the Edmondses add is a marketing strategy: while it’s unlikely that Light It Up will actually be heard by the folks who need to hear it, but you can appreciate its efforts to solicit that age group with name actors like Whitaker and Williams and high production values. If only kids hear it, well, at least now they have a Breakfast Club of their own.