Bring It On is the sort of mindless fluff I would expect on the Disney channel to pass for "quality entertainment", but I doubt they would let the multitudinous cheesecake shots and phallic symbolism which permeate nearly every scene play on regular family television. It's no surprise that director Peyton Reed's ( Down with Love , The Break-Up ) previous work just so happens to be in made for TV movies, which might also explain the derivative nature and poor handling of scenes that make little sense in the film. Perhaps actually being from Southern California makes me a little skeptical that the actual cheerleading squad from East Compton would resemble this Hollywood version. Compton and San Diego are sufficiently far enough apart to disbelieve that the two squads would go to each other's school's whenever they feel like chatting for a few minutes, and ...