Producers: Bob Cooper, Robert Cooper, Charles
Written by: Elisa Bell
Cast: Alexa Vega, Mika Boorem, Scout Taylor-Compton,
Kallie Flynn Childress, Douglas Smith, Steven Carrell, Sara
Paxton, Sam Huntington,
Can a movie give you a toothache? I mean, with
its sugary-sweetness, and all? If so, then stock
up on your dental before entering the Nickolodeon
realms of Sleepover, whose uber “You
go girl!”ness could make a Spice Girl
Sleepover stars the curly-haired
Lohanite Alexa Vega as Julie,
the ever-angsted teenager who must cope with
both the frightening prospect of entering high
school in three months as well as doing it sans
best friend Hannah (Boorem).
To mark the end of her glory days in middle
school, Julie decides to throw the ever-popular
slumber party, painted nails and all. Everything
is going swell until former best friend and
present Miss Popular, Stacie (Paxton),
shows up with a challenge: a scavenger hunt.
Oh, but this is no ordinary scavenger hunt—no
no, this one involves nifty sticker cameras
and boys’ underpants! It’s cuh-razy!
So yes, zany adventures ensue, and every stock
character ever portrayed in a typical teenie-bopper
flick is happily represented. You’ve got
the nerdy girls—including a chica who
(and I don’t mean this maliciously) bears
an uncanny resemblance to Princess Fiona from
the pretty girls, the dreamboat (Faris),
and a whole brigade of Michael Anthony
Hall throwbacks (Smith).
The only exception is Julie’s lazy college
drop-out brother Ren (Huntington),
who I swear is the love-child of Owen
Wilson and David Arquette.
His character was a little over-the-top, but
there’s some definite potential there
if Huntington tones down the dramatic goofiness
factor a bit. Also amusing was the neighborhood’s
local security patrol—or Rent-a-Cop (Carrell).
I don’t know why, but his repeated cries
of “Tiny green car!” cracked me
up. Don’t ask, you’ll see.
This film pretty much feels like your second-favorite
Disney Channel sitcom stretched over an hour
and a half. The dialogue and storyline are so
abrupt and spastic at the beginning that you
can physically feel the jolt as each segment
changes gears. Flow is severely missing. For
a 13-year-old crowd, though, I suppose a seamless
story isn’t such a high priority. The
dialogue is also rather unbelievable at times.
At one point Julie cries out in aggravation,
“My kingdom for a lock!” Riiiiight…
The aggravated and acidly sarcastic remarks
which we as an audience now associate with conversations
between parent and child come fast and furious
in this movie, but with such a lack of sincerity
that I felt a drumset should have been set up
in the corner. “Witty one-liner here.”
Ba-da-bump! See how well that works?
The sugary-sweetness comes in the traditional
moral of learning to love yourself. When pudgy
Yancy complains how guys never look at her,
Hannah asks her whether she prefers brownies
or some sort of vegetable. Well, duh, brownies!
“Ok,” replies Hannah with self-satisfaction,
“Then you’ll just have to find a
guy who likes brownies.” Gasp! Such depth,
such insight! But, once again, I forget that
this film was never intended for the likes of
me. I’m sure if I were 13 I would receive
it with marginally better grace than I do now.
Either way, it’s a clean, decent film
to take your daughter/niece/little sister to
on a dull summer day. If you enjoyed Hillary
Duff’s and Lindsay Lohan’s
recent works, then be sure to IM your BFF and
buy a tic ASAP.
Take a pal and pay full price for both tickets.
Itís worth a full-price ticket.
Itís worth a matinee ticket.
Wait for video rental.
Check out the video from the library, if you must.
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