Silly, Lame, Plot Holes, Bad Acting, Horrible Costumes, Worst Use of Eddie Izzard, Overly Cliché’ (and not in the good or funny way), Badly Written Dialogue, Sight Gags that were Unsightly,… the list goes on.
(According to IMDB there was someone actually cast in the role of “Scary Dude” which is hilarious considering that he was a mugger and thus could just as easily been cast as “Mugger”, but I digress)
Want to know one of the biggest reasons that this movie makes it onto my top “Gah, I hate this” list?
/Kaylia climbs up on her familiar Post Modern Feminist Body Image soap box and clears her throat/
The thing that really bugs me was one of those little aesthetic things. In the movie a meteorite crashes to earth (totally unnoticed by any law enforcement agencies of course) and by touching it Jenny gets infused with super powers. During the metamorphosis from geeky teen to hot super teen some of the following transitions happen.
First, her braces pop off/out. Because… okay… she is super and perfect now and so are her teeth. I can buy this.
She no longer needs her glasses. Agh, yes now that she is pretty and such she doesn’t need them… but again maybe this has more to do with her perfect body being, perfect… so bad eyesight doesn’t fit in.. okay I can (gulp) accept that too.
She gets taller. … Fine, whatever.
Her hair turns blond. Umm ok… not really sure why, but I guess blond = perfect? (Later another girl –already blond- gets infused with the same space juice and her hair turns red. This makes me wonder if the real thing about becoming perfect is that you have to change … )
The last thing to change: her boobs get bigger. Yup, Its true. Big boobs = perfection.
Maybe I am being too cynical. Its possible that her bigger boobs are there to help with her balance. Maybe it is so that the emblem on her chest will be more visible. Maybe they are magic boobs with the power to hypnotize evil doe-ers.
Or maybe we are obsessed with boobs and like them big, shapely, and shown off via tight clothing.
Not that I would ever….
Ok, well maybe just this one time I fell victim to the pressure of society and flaunted my….
Ok, so maybe it was more than once..
Ok, so, umm maybe its not as much a “that one time” but more of a “every chance I get” kind of thing…
/Kaylia slinks off the Post Modern Feminist Body Image soap box and adjusts her bra./