Because its imagery--which also calls to mind Michael Mann's The Last of the Mohicans , the cinema's every modern representation of revolution (the few decent scenes in Roland Emmerich's stupid The Patriot, for instance), and even the militarism of choreographer Busby Berkeley--is far more virile than its screenplay, Drumline's seductive aesthetic is without strong narrative pillars, if a rather welcome imposition: the film's saving grace is the brilliant execution of its march numbers.