I've heard there aren't a lot of impromptu, interdisciplinary jam sessions in the lunchrooms of performing arts high schools, but 1980's Fame and its TV spin-off proved it could be fun to buy into the musical fantasy. To a point, that proves true again in dancer-turned-director Kevin Tancharoen's remake.

I've heard there aren't a lot of impromptu, interdisciplinary jam sessions in the lunchrooms of performing arts high schools, but 1980's Fame and its TV spin-off proved it could be fun to buy into the musical fantasy. To a point, that proves true again in dancer-turned-director Kevin Tancharoen's remake.

The new film keeps the four-year timeline of the original, with a similar, strategically updated group of representative students, and the musical numbers work as well as before (minus the 1980 scene in which students spill out dancing onto the streets of New York - there's nothing here to match it).

But the sanitization that was expected to make Alan Parker's raunchy original feature work for a post-High School Musical world goes too far, knocking some of the brains and soul from the piece.