The big screen premiere of the High School Musical franchise, High School Musical 3, hit theaters yesterday. I told the girls they could invite two friends to go to the movie and out to dinner, so our neighbors M and B accompanied us this afternoon. I bought tickets earlier in the week, expecting a sold-out show. The theater was quite full of 5-8 year old girls and their mothers, but not sold out. The kids all loved it. I enjoyed it, but it was not my favorite of the three. Kenny Ortega did an amazing job with the choreography in this one. It definitely scored more points for choreography than the other two. The storyline and music were the same as always - cute, sappy, fun, toe-tapping, and predictable. Disney did a great job keeping with the clean, wholesome dialog and plot which I appreciate. The one negative to me was that with the big screen budget, they went all-out with big screen special effects, fantasy sequences, and over-the-top artsy scenes. I could have done without some of the extra fanfare. All the extra theatrics definitely sets it aside from the previous two made-for-TV movies though, and I'm sure that was probably one of their goals. Goal met.
Anyway, it was all good fun! In attempting to take the picture below, the kids managed to knock over not just one, but two of those cardboard displays. Oops. Notice my girls are both in long sleeves and flip flops? They take after their mother. If there isn't snow on the ground, it is still flip flops weather!
At dinner after the movie, this conversation made it clear to me that my girls are ALL girl. There is no doubt they live in a House of Estrogen.
Me: So, M and B, what are you going to be for Halloween?
M: a black cat
B: Obi-Wan from Star Wars
Elise: Bumpy who?
B: Obi-Wan
Nina: Yeah Elise... Opie One!
Perhaps we need to rent a Star Wars movie at some point, just so they aren't completely ignorant when it comes to something as classic as Star Wars. We can't expect them to go through life without at least knowing the background of "May the Force be with you." or "Luke, I am your father." That's just fundamental American culture.
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