Friday night kinda got screwed up for me. I had decided I wanted to see City of Ember with the boy. I was kind of leary of this decision, but there was nothing else on for a kid here other than High School Musical 3, which I absolutely did not want to see at all. Going back as far as Grease, I have always hated cheesy young girl oriented musicals. So, that was not an option. We got there, and when ordering the tickets, was informed the paper had screwed up, it was not showing at that time. So, I panicked and started scanning the other movies real quick, trying to justify taking him to some R rated movie or something. I had promised to take him to a movie, just hadn’t promised which one for sure. About that time, a little girl comes up to Moonlet and asks him if he’s seeing a movie, he says he is. She tells him he needs to see High School Musical with her. He says he is. So, guess what daddy got to watch.
Yup, High School Musical 3. For me, it was quite painful. Every teen cliche, every sappy emotion explored, no cultural or social overtones, nothing for an adult mind to grab onto. Nothing. The girls looked like teen girls, the guys looked even younger. Nothing. My Friday night was shot to Hades. Although I was rather despondent about spending a Friday night at a teen girl flick, the boy was quite content, I think mostly by simply being with a school friend and lots of other five to ten year olds. So I tried to use that to keep my spirits up. It failed for the most part. He was happy and having a good time, I was watching time ooze by with lines and scenes I was forced to suffer through thirty years ago. The movie ended not soon enough for me, there really is nothing to recommend about this movie other than its safe mindless fluff fit for five to ten year old girls. We left quickly.
Taking the boy to see High School Musical 3 didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.