That was an excellent one.

Self-important, over-dramatic, uninspired.

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

It is the tale of a Loser who leaves Oregon to find love and glory in San Francisco. First thought was "Oh no - San Francisco, when does the queer baiting start?" But in fact the inevitable gay stereotype is quite underplayed by former Jeffersons neighbour Paul Benedict. In fact there's nothing wrong with most of the acting here - Benedict, Eddie Deezen and Isabel "Weezy" Sanford are all game for some broad comedy, Christopher Lee seems to be having the time of his life in his brief sequence, and Steve Tracy and Dana Handler, while hardly romantic lead material, are mostly the victims of a textbook-awful screenplay. You picture the director administering Handler a sedative while she moans, "What's my motivation?" As the roller-skating kleptomaniac poodle-stylist bitch, she elaborately dupes Tracy into taking her to the swankiest restaurant in town, has him order her a big meal of lobster and oysters, then...then...then LEAVES before she eats anything! At the end Handler goes all tender, then is an even bigger bitch than before (hurling Tracy from a moving car no less), then comes back with the mush to facilitate a happy ending. Tracy spends about half an hour training for a final confrontation with the Bully, who stands there dumbly while the guy kicks him in the forehead, not knocking him out or anything just giving him a small bruise. And yet the bully doesn't object, doesn't fight back, doesn't do ANYTHING. Bad focus, bad lighting and bad framing are everywhere. For some reason this American movie by a Greek director has Canadian music all over it, and it sucks too.

In theory, a disco comedy can only be attractive. If you have liked classics like Saturday Night Fever or the underestimated Can't Stop the music, you could be on the false impression that Rollerboy is necessarily one of those forgotten teen-comedies you'll have fun watching.On the contrary, it's a total failure. Ovidio G. Assonitis, the producer who have ruined James Cameron's first feature Piranha2, decided he could direct a "disco hit" on his own, providing he had some fresh music and solid supporting actors. Alas! Nothing of the sort. None of the songs could be worth mentioning and the cast is either filled with unbearable hams (Eddie Deezen or Paul Benedict, both awful!) or unexpected but totally misused guest star (Christopher Lee who could have been funny if only he had been given a little bit more to do). At first, the audience could be charmed by the bitter-sweet tone of the film, but very soon, the sour feeling of being cheated at prevails. This pointless little love story couldn't be more irritating. None of the so-called gags works and the terrible acting of the leading couple makes the disaster complete. No matter how hard you'll try, you'll never like this one.