Let’s hope the screenplay is better written than the song.
GURL: Hey, you’re a boy.
BOI: Yeah, and you’re a girl.
GURL: Guess it’s obvious what we should do now.
BOI: But I’m a punk.
GURL: Really? I do ballet.
BOI: Ya don’t say. I play guitar.
GURL: That’s cool. But your clothes don’t fit. Goodbye.
BOI: I’m going to write a song about you, but it’ll be ironic and self-referent because this is already the song I wrote.
The only redeeming quality is that it will have to flop (ahem, Crossroads, Glitter, any Madonna movie…) and it might deter producers from embarassing the nation with more crap like this in the future.
I may need to shoot myself. I know my sister will want to see this. With my luck, she’ll declare it her most favorite movie ever, watch it 1000 times, and nothing I can do will avoid the inevitability of me hearing at least one or two lines of dialogue.
God, I can already imagine the sheer horror. Having a younger sister with absolutely no critical facilities at all when it comes to movies will do that to you. My family’s house has been subjected to every single piece of shitty, painfully stupid teenybopper-aimed made-for-TV-movie that has come down the pipe since my sister grew out of Aladdin. CURSES!
But wait, guys. He’s a punk. He wears baggy clothes! And she does ballet! They come from different worlds! How will those crazy kids make it work?
Avril is a dud, both mentally and musically. Anyone who thinks she’s the “anti-Britney” hasn’t been listening too closely to her lyrics. As empowering as “I’m a Slave 4 U” and just as vapid.
This movie will most likely have a lot of Avril in it’s soundtrack. I suggest the end credits song to be Avril’s live cover of SoaD’s “Chop Suey”. “Father, why have you forsaken me” as screeched by a chipmunk on speed would be a sentiment we could all agree with.