At least there was some interesting music. While that's probably not the best introduction, it will well prepare you for "Feel the Noise" in all its glory. Or lack thereof.
Inspiring Harlem rapper Rob is caught stealing the rims off of Electric's car (a local thug). Rob's mom Tanya bails him out of jail and goes to see him perform at a local club; Electric comes in and shoots at Rob. Tanya calls Roberto, Rob's dad (who's never met Rob), and sends Rob to stay with dad in Puerto Rico. Rob meets his half brother Javi, also into making music, while hanging out. C.C. invites them to a club where a where she's a dancer for a local Reggaeton artist who is performing.
Rob and Javi are there and C.C. comes up for a drink and her ex-, Nodde, is bugging her, so C.C. asks Rob to go out side. Javi and C.C.'s friend Mimi come out and the four leave to another club; Rob gives C.C. his number at the end of the night. C.C. calls the next day to ask Rob if he will correct her essay for a dance school in New York. Nodde threatens Rob (in Spanish) that he's going to kill his family; Rob tells him to go away (not understanding the threat).
Are you already getting an overwhelming sense of chaos? If so, you're probably in good company. "Feel the Noise" is a cinematic commotion of plot, music, people effectively not communicating (language barriers, attitude barriers, etc). What it could use more of is direction, a tighter script, perhaps a plot that wasn't ripped off of a screenwriter's fill-in-the-blanks story line, and... you get the idea.
Director Alejandro Chomski doesn't have much of anything to his name, though he's in good company with writer Albert Leon, and many of the cast. Of those whom you may have seen before, their passions lay elsewhere; most of the acting could have been faxed in, and character development may have been a neat concept they would have done well to explore.
Jennifer Lopez is about the biggest star appear to this film -- and she's just one of five names listed in the Producer's credits. Sadly, her presence on-screen would not have saved this film from its own demise, but it could have helped it hold on [to our attention] for a few more minutes, at least.
Run. Far, fast. Just not to the showing of this one.