A silly jumble of 21 Jump Street and some MTV reality show, Venice Underground provided a paycheck for some decent actors and
that's it. That's the only positive thing I can say about this nonsense. The storytelling and filmmaking here sucks. There's nothing for any viewer to enjoy, not even gratuitous nudity or exciting violence. The fact that guys like Danny Trejo, Mark Boone Junior and Ed Lauter were able to pay some bills because of it is all that prevents this movie from being one of the most existentially useless things ever created.
The plot concerns a group of young police cadets, yanked out of the academy and plopped down in the street culture of Venice Beach as an undercover, anti-drug task force. One of them is an ex-musician (Edward Furlong), one an ex-surfer (Jodi Lyn O'Keefe), another an ex-party girl (Nichole Hiltz), and one an ex-street hustler (Nicholas Gonzalez). Apparently the Venice Beach Police Department is like a safety school you go to when other plans fall through. Those 4 are teamed up with the son of a cop (Eric Mabius) as their leader, living in a ridiculously expensive beach house and working off the books to find and feed information to real police about drug and gang activity. But don't let the fact that each character has a different background fool you. They all have the exact same personality.
The team starts out investigating two separate crimes, a drug-dealing record producer and the most good-natured Latino drug gang in all of California, and wouldn't you know it? They wind up being connected with a "surprise" villain behind it all. Just to be clear, those are mockingly ironic quotation marks. When they're not investigating crimes, the white members of the task force have sex with each other while the minority members are apparently celibate.
Here is how badly written Venice Underground is. The ex-musician and the ex-surfer are supposed to be dating each other. The viewer only knows this because those characters and others talk about the relationship. The ex-musician and the ex-surfer barely say 10 words to each other before one of them gets killed and the other spend the rest of the movie occasionally remembering to feel sad about their dead lover. And when they're supposed to be remembering their dead lover, the film has to use the same scenes already seen by the audience because writer/director Eric DelaBarre didn't bother to shoot any additional footage for the flashbacks.
Here's how badly filmed Venice Underground is. There are several shots from the point of view of the "surprise" villain. Every one of those shots has this off-kilter color scheme and tunnel vision perspective, like the bad guy has some sort of eye problem. Does the weird way those shots look turn out to have any meaning or significance? Of course not. That would have required writer/director DelaBarre to put some thought into what he was doing.
It's the same old crap over and over again with this kind of low budget, direct-to-DVD disaster. Idiot plots that go nowhere, banal dialog stuffed into the mouths of too many characters, emaciated melodrama that couldn't make you feel anything if it cut off your toes with a hacksaw and filmmaking that's about a half-step above an infomercial. But at least some veteran actors made a little money off their involvement with Venice Underground. That's good for them. It does nothing for everybody else.