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Friday, May 07, 2004



Okay, so fiddling with the electrical socket wasn't such a good idea.

Consider Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen as one of those usual teen flicks where the protagonist starts out in a situation different from what she is accustomed to, meets her best friend, meets and falls in love with a good looking guy, gets into trouble with the most popular, gorgeous campus figure, dreams of somehow making it big, is defeated in a "showdown," falls into depression, is rallied by her best friend, comes back with a vengeance, gets the love of their life, and ends everything with an on-screen kiss. Typical.

There are a couple of good laughs here like the daydream sequences that Lindsay Lohan's character has and that exaggerated boycott she made against her mom to let her attend the farewell concert of her favorite band. She's also more trippy and hippy than her parents, expressing her individuality in costumes and trinkets making her stick up in their suburban school like a very sore thumb. What I don't like about it is the way the teenage protagonist takes way too much liberties with her attitude. She lies to her best friend and the whole school about her father to make her "seem more interesting," she secures the help of her new friend to get her a costume from their school theater wear to a party, she endangers her and her friend's life to attend a rock star's party, among others. Director Sara Sugarman and Screenwriter Gail Parent should have known better than to be lackadaisical and be completely indifferent to the influence it leaves on teenage minds. Granted that the two main characters were grounded for bending the rules, the least they could have done was to show the parents' heart-to-heart talk with their kids about the dangers of their actions (note they were ecstatic for being grounded at the same time).

In the end I'd just like to say that the movie's only saving grace was the presence of Ms. Lohan. That although she's kilometers behind Julia Stiles and Alicia Silverstone on the crushable meter and ten notches lower than Hillary Duff on the adorable department, she's cool. Just lay off the rebel teenager image in the future and once again be like that cute, adorable kid I got to know in Parent Trap. Please?

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