Polarized

After she’s sidelined for decking her handsy showrunner, professional dancer and card-carrying man-hater, HARMONY, loses her position in a Las Vegas mainstage show. Limited options—and mounting bills—force her to leave The Strip for the strip - dancing in the gentlemen’s clubs that dot the ickier outskirts of Sin City. Determined, she choreographs an outstanding pole-dance routine. The one flaw: she’s fully clothed. The audience boos her offstage. The owner FRANKIE, a Sopranos wannabe, says his patrons have “certain expectations,” and fires her - via sticky note. Furious, she stomps to his office to give him a piece of her mind … and runs into Frankie and mob-boss, COSETTI, during a heated drug deal. Literally, runs into them. BAM! She kicks the door open into a goon’s gun arm. BLAM! YAAARGHHH! The bullet blows off Frankie’s ear. Gunfire and cocaine erupt in the tiny room, and Harmony bolts into the night. She jumps on her moped with six mostly uninjured goons in an overcrowded Caddy hot on her heels. After a narrow escape, Harmony seeks out her pal ALEX (20s) a high-profile drag queen. She drags him offstage and explains her situation. Alex calls his father, a Navy Admiral, for help but to no avail. While fleeing the casino, Harmony and Alex have a run-in with one of Frankie’s goons. Alex, the world’s only ex-Navy SEAL-drag-queen, takes the guy out and they escape. Frightened, they race to the airport to skip town. Last minute flight costs force the duo to take the least desirable flight: A one-way red-eye to Iceland. With no place to stay, they head to a local bar look for lodging. They are approached by ODDIE, a rugged viking-esque man, offers them temporary housing in exchange for helping him work. What he doesn’t mention is the house is an abandoned firehouse in Islafjordur, a remote town waaaay north. And that the work is fish-gutting and sheep shearing. After a long day of work, Harmony dances around the fireman’s pole to relax. Oddie asks her if she could teach this dance to locals to pay money instead of the horrible chores. She says yes. The next day, to Harmony’s surprise, gleaming poles are installed in the firehouse, and four local Icelandic housewives join the class. There is little dance in town, and certainly no pole dancing, so it causes quite a stir. Meanwhile, in Vegas, the goons try to track down Harmony and Alex. They trash their house but come up empty. As a simmering relationship with Oddie (including a truly awkward Christmas dinner), things start to resemble normal … until Harmony learns of a pole-dancing contest in Vegas. She is torn between her need for safety and her need for money. When Alex (who is supposed to be off the grid) uses his credit card, it pings his father’s radar, and he brings the full might of the Navy to Iceland (Well, a dozen marines and a small Destroyer, but still.) A full-on screaming match between them ensues on the Icelandic dock. As these things do, the mink-coated drag queen vs. uniformed Admiral spat finds its way onto YouTube, and the baddies learn of their location. At home, Cosetti makes it clear to Frankie: either she dies or he does. So, Frankie takes the next flight to Iceland, and his men burn the studio down. But Harmony, Alex, and the entire crew have already left for Vegas. When CANDY, Frankie’s girlfriend, spies Harmony, she calls Frankie who double times it back to the States. The next day, as Harmony performs, Frankie and his men attack! Now it’s dancers vs. delinquents, right onstage. The Admiral and his entourage join the fray, and Frankie and his goons are subdued. All is well until Cosetti, armed to the teeth with even more men, storms in and his crew gets the upper hand. As Cosetti is about to take out Harmony, she makes a spectacular gymnastic move, giving Alex a split second to shoot the baddies. Harmony jumps on a pole, wraps her legs around a stunned Cosetti’s neck, and chokes him out. The police arrive. Harmony runs to Oddie, wounded but alive! She realizes her feelings for him, and they all have a Vegas-style happy ending (the legal kind.)