Yes, I’m watching Another Cinderella Story. Yes, it’s a Disney flick. And yes, I’m feeling damn old.
Ever since I was a kid I’ve had a special place in my heart for teen flicks. It’s how I identified and related to the world. It was easy for me to see myself in the characters and it was always the teeny bopper flicks that told the stories I wanted to have happen to me. Somedays I was Baby from Dirty Dancing. Other days Louise Miller from Teen Witch. Or even Samantha Baker from Sixteen Candles. And really I watch them still because I forget I’m a grown up.
But yeah back to Cinderella. I should be writing a post about where the heck I’ve been since my blog has been silent for a bit but with both girls sound asleep and a moment of free time, I figured I’d do the unthinkable – indulge in my thoughts (however silly). So enjoy my thoughts on Cinderella.
- I’m girl crushing on Selena Gomez on behalf of my daughters. She’s Latina, a dancer, button nosed and I have yet to see her panties flashed across the front pages of any tabloids. She might be a closet coke head or something but all evidence points to wholesome goodness so I’m on Team Gomez.
- Jane Lynch is hilarious in everyrthing she does. You might even catch her scenes and think maybe, just maybe, you’re not watching a Disney flick.
- I’m getting old and need to stop over-analyzing things. For instance, the Asian cleaning crew that comes in to rescue Miss Gomez – anyone else notice how totally stereotyped they were with their heavy accents? Or the slang used by the two main BFFs in the cast? I know it’s a bit much but when I saw it I was struck by how blatantly stereotypical it all was.
- Being a married woman with two daughters (when did that all happen? wasn’t I just stumbling around at a baseball party with my red party cup in my hand?) I see teen movies a little differently. I wonder why the girls always have to be plotting against each other. I wonder why the girls who kick ass never realize they’re awesome. I wonder why the guys never have issues to overcome.
- I’m mad that this is yet another teen movie that leads young girls to believe that all men love to dance. Patrick Swayze made a believer out of me. Then I married my husband who has to be piss drunk to get his hips to move without his shoulders moving up and down (I love your dancing, papa!).
So yeah, I watched it, I thought too much and I liked it. And now the girls are up.