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Confessions of a HSM convert...

Cringe. I can't believe I'm telling you this...

OK. Loud and proud. (gulp). My name is YLM and I Am A Secret Fan of High School Musical. (blush)

Yes, it's shameful. Especially as I have been going around heaping scorn on this pre-tweeny craze. I have, I admit, acted like a S'Mother, sneering silently at parents who allow their precious angels to have contact with this new Scourge of the Nation. And, ultra shame on me, this was all without watching the offending film or even knowing much about it except that it's about kids in high school (cleverly deduced from the title) and reading something about how the star of the film, Gabrielle or something, is also the star of another less well-known movie available exclusively online...

Anyway, Firstborn was gifted with the offending film for her birthday recently and after much pestering, I agreed to curl up on the sofa with the nippers and watch it.

I loved it.

It's naff. It's cheesy. The lyrics and the dance routines are brilliantly terrible (especially the bit where a tortured Troy dances around the basketball court trying to rap... hilarious). Troy looks like he's about to do a poo when he hits the high notes. Gabrielle only has two facial expressions - sad-eyed Bambi or gurning grin. The baddies are high-camp slapstick. The whole thing is so thigh-slapping funny I was chuckling well after the credits had rolled. In short, a laugh-a-minute darned fine movie.

High School Musical - I salute you!

(Does anyone know where I can find an adult sized version of the High School Musical cheerleader dress-up costume? Too fabulous.)

Comments

Unknown said…
Do you think it's the equivalant of the mother's forced to watch Grease or Dirty Dancing back in the day!
Kate B. said…
I think it must be! No snogging, teen pregnancy or smoking in High School Musical though... thank goodness, can't cope with the birds and the bees conversation just yet...!
Anonymous said…
I too, love HSM. However, a principal friend of mine was blasted by a parent for showing it at an indoor recess because it was "fraught with sexual innuendo"!
Kate B. said…
Hi akz... sexual innuendo?? That parent is obviously possessed of an extremely mucky brain.

There may be a few hot and heavy looks and an alomost-kiss, but that's the extent of it. And frankly, I don't think kids notice it anyway - mine are focused on the singing, dancing and the blonde chick's glittery pink skirt. You read into it whatever you want to.

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