I’m none the wiser when it comes to the HSM phenom so excuse me if the opportune moment came when I felt the need to just get off bed and chance a movie. The reason I was dragged to this was not because I’m a fan. Let’s just clear that before anyone here concludes something else. It was all but curiosity.
So how was 17 Again? First, I had to remind my friend to shut it when she continually commented that she has seen this movie before. It got annoying so I had to explain to her that pubescent audience, which was the focal point of this movie’s commercialism, befits a thin-sure-formula that will not over shadow the protagonist – the main kaching kaching maker of the whole armada. So there was no need to put a thinking cap on, this isn’t Tom Hank’s Big.
Second, the teenybopper beside me kept squealing in each auspicious moment the Efron guy is making a jab at comedic performance. It got irritatingly functional as it became my cue to work out why so many go gaga over him. Hmm, those eyes really are something.
So far, I was entertained. The movie used an old 80’s formula that allows coming of age transpire when you’re middle aged. Pro forma of the past meets adult know how of the present, we see the protagonist waltz his life poetically and seemingly able to reconnect with a life he thought he lost.
The story unfolds after a magical janitor, asks Mike O’Donnel if he wants to do it all again and make things right. He had been living a life of what could have beens and is at a tipping point of his career and family. We then find him one morning as this cutesy tousled hair boy sloshing around his bestfriend Ned’s house. He starts cleaning his act by mentoring both his son and daughter. Given that he was distant to them as a father, he presumes that approaching them as a friend would help. But jinks follows Mike as he starts making untoward advances to his 38 year old wife in his 17 year old body. He also ends up making her daughter think that he is in love with her.
The maturation of 17 Again was rather blah for me. The trailer sort of used up all the clever hooks and nothing much was left for the movie. But I at least felt entertained on every attempt to be funny and heartfelt (I liked the letter reading when he wasn’t really reading anything). Perhaps because I am not the demographic spotlight of this movie, it flew above my head. I can suggest a rental though (buying the DVD would be a waste of space and money).
I also identified something impervious for the legions of screaming fans of Zac Efron: There is an unforced talent inside the squeaky clean package of this guy. But until he exits his matinee idol status and starts diving to multifarious characters, he will be a perpetual dancing testosterone.