This is Drew Barrymore's directorial debut. I watched it anyway.
Right before I watched this movie I accidentally stepped on an electrical plug and the prongs gave me a 3/4 inch puncture wound. The movie took my mind off the pain immediately, although it was kind of like shooting yourself in the kneecap to take your mind off a papercut.
This movie is Mighty Ducks but with a really obvious "girls rock!" theme. Nothing wrong with girls rocking, but here's a hint: any movie with a scene where girls are sitting in a car singing at the top of their lungs and the audience is meant to think "Wow, they're having fun, those girls!" needs to be taken out of its misery. When I wrote that last sentence I didn't even see the food fight scene. God, this movie sucks.
I mean, even Ellen Page, who is inherently decent, looks like somebody starring in their first high school musical.
By the way, this movie should have been made 10 years ago. In other words, Ellen Page would have actually been in high school and Juliette Lewis would have been, you know, under 40.
This movie made me really learn something. It made me learn that Drew Barrymore is as good at directing as she is at British accents. Seriously, THAT good.
