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Sleepover
Movie Review
| Director
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Joe Nussbaum |
| Starring
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Alexa Vega, Mika Boorem,
Scout Taylor-Compton
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Anachronistic and simplistic,
Sleepover is a movie that, above all, begs the question:
do today's teenagers still listen to the Spice Girls?
In bending over backwards to create a blissfully innocent
idea of a slumber party, the makers of Sleepover frantically
grab for a number of stale media-created concepts of
"What It's Like To Be A Teenager Today," and
instead wind up with "What It Was Like To Be A
Teenage Ten Years Ago." And in borrowing liberally
from teen classic Sixteen Candles, by putting its heroine
into a wild night of crazy antics that result in her
being plopped into the lap of her older dream boy, they
also add a dollop of "Twenty Years Ago" as
well. With all the plot borrowings from the 80s and
the cultural trappings of the 90s, the things these
teenagers do don't seem to be grounded in any kind of
contemporary reality whatsoever. Well, they do use cell
phones. And the internet – well, some kind of
fantasyland internet. If you can find me a personals
site like "Datesafe.com" where potential suitors
are bestowed with a blue ribbon designating them as
"safe" for dating, please let me know –
it would help my social life immensely.
The Molly Ringwald of
this tale is cutie-pie Alexa Vega, who as beleaguered
heroine Julie is the film's one saving grace and its
sole source of energy. Putting together a slumber party
on the last night of junior high school, she invites
a trio of girls: the feisty best friend, the shy fat
girl, and the vaguely written girl. Ambushed by popular
girl Stacie (aren't they all named Stacie?), the quartet
is challenged to a scavenger hunt against their rival
clique, with the prize being a coveted lunch spot all
during their first year at high school. Implausible,
semi-manic hijinks ensue as Julie and friends race to
get their booty – in one case it's almost literal
booty, as Julie has to snag the boxer shorts of her
longtime crush, Steve (Sean Faris, a Tom Cruise lookalike
with a fetching mole). The fact that Julie spies Steve
naked while grabbing his shorts is blithely overlooked,
as is the fact that she sneaks into a 21-and-over club
to get a picture of an adult man buying her a drink
(good thing it turns out to be her teacher, who aids
and abets the gals in their pursuit!). Throughout, life
lessons are dispensed, crushes are made and broken,
a finale takes place at a school dance, and an assortment
of wan supporting characters traipse through providing
ostensible comic support.
Despite its flirting
with underage nudity and drinking, Sleepover presents
a shellacked, soft-focus view of adolescence that hasn't
been seen since the days before John Hughes introduced
actual profanity into the teen movie genre. While the
low-expectations plot machinations themselves are negligible
and somewhat forgivable for their predictability, there
is a bit of sadness in watching a number of talented
adults flail about miserably. Christopher Guest fave
Jane Lynch, Daily Show dude Steve Carell, and capable
funnyman Jeff Garlin all walk through the movie with
something resembling grimaces, and are given no help
by director Joe Nussbaum, whose short film George Lucas
in Love was a charming, effervescent whiff of comedy
and romance – two things for which he shows no
talent here. It shouldn't be asked of someone so young
as Vega to carry a movie, but she does manage to emerge
relatively unscathed by the end, showing up everyone
else in the film. While a star may not be born just
yet, there are certainly promising twinklings of talent
and charm in her future.
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