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So now the second Disney movie I've seen (and liked) this summer happens to be one of my favorite summer flicks, either tied with or slightly behind Batman Begins. Listen carefully, class:
It's SKY HIGH. No, really.
Goofy and amicably self-depreciating, it is a very knowing nod to formula teen movies of the 80s -- even down to the sugary-sweet soundtrack that's chock-full of cheeky 80s remakes by current (and mostly unknown) power-pop bands (thank goodness there was a Sam Goody next door to the theater -- I couldn't buy a copy of the CD fast enough).
It plays like the director read the script and thought, "John Hughes plus Superpowers!" And it's such a simple, kinda dumb idea, that it works brilliantly in its sweet-natured stupidness. There's not a new bone it its cinematic body, really -- but it's super-fun, a visual treat, and more charming than it has any right being.
And c'mon, Lynda Carter plays the school principal. Looking freakin' awesome, by the way.
In fact, the tween-centric ad campaign seems all wrong to me -- rather than go after kids, they should have made a very 80s-savvy ad campaign directed at the vast army of thirty-something moms and dads who grew up with Pretty In Pink and Sixteen Candles, tired of worrying if there will be boobie jokes and pot references in their "family" comedies. "Think your high school was tough in the 80s? Think again."
The best review (of some surprisingly good ones) I've read so far was from Matt Singer of the Village Voice: "My 12-year-old self would have liked this movie a lot. The 25-year-old me likes it a bit more than he cares to admit."
It's SKY HIGH. No, really.
Goofy and amicably self-depreciating, it is a very knowing nod to formula teen movies of the 80s -- even down to the sugary-sweet soundtrack that's chock-full of cheeky 80s remakes by current (and mostly unknown) power-pop bands (thank goodness there was a Sam Goody next door to the theater -- I couldn't buy a copy of the CD fast enough).
It plays like the director read the script and thought, "John Hughes plus Superpowers!" And it's such a simple, kinda dumb idea, that it works brilliantly in its sweet-natured stupidness. There's not a new bone it its cinematic body, really -- but it's super-fun, a visual treat, and more charming than it has any right being.
And c'mon, Lynda Carter plays the school principal. Looking freakin' awesome, by the way.
In fact, the tween-centric ad campaign seems all wrong to me -- rather than go after kids, they should have made a very 80s-savvy ad campaign directed at the vast army of thirty-something moms and dads who grew up with Pretty In Pink and Sixteen Candles, tired of worrying if there will be boobie jokes and pot references in their "family" comedies. "Think your high school was tough in the 80s? Think again."
The best review (of some surprisingly good ones) I've read so far was from Matt Singer of the Village Voice: "My 12-year-old self would have liked this movie a lot. The 25-year-old me likes it a bit more than he cares to admit."
