Not even really a satire- it's not that snide, and it likes its characters- this movie is the story of a cheerleading squad that decides to rob a supermarket bank branch to get some money for one of their own. She is Diane, an impossibly perky but sweet glass-filled-up-to-the-tippy-top ray of sunshine, and she has gotten pregnant by her impossibly wholesome but sweet football star boyfriend, Jack. Her A-Squad cohorts: Cleo, who has a rather disturbing fixation on Conan O'Brien; Hannah, a goody-two-sneakers Christian girl who gets off- literally- on horseback riding; Lucy, the intellectual whose scholarship to Harvard is pending- she is the most relunctant to participate in the heist, but she has really cool Betty Page bangs; Fern, a shy hillbilly obsessed with firearms who the others accept onto the squad in exchange for free guns from her dad; and Kansas, the foul-mouthed rebel whose mom is in jail for shooting her dad while she was in labor- while he was banging a nurse in the next bed. Also on hand is Lisa, the story-teller, a bitter shrew who's p***ed that she's on the B-Squad despite having tons of plastic surgery and every cheerleading rule book in the existence memorized.
This movie is what I call pure cinematic cotton candy. It's sugary-sweet, incredibly fluffy, guiltily pleasurable, and would melt under any conventional movie criticism. It would be demolished if you so much as went and saw it in a bad mood. But that's okay, because it's exactly what it promised to be. It's got cute girls and cute jokes, and if you see it in a good mood, on a student discount on a Thursday night when you having nothing else to do, it's a fun waste of an hour and a half. And to the credit of the director or the soundtrack guy or whoever, the audience is not subjected to the way-too-obvious gag of hearing the song "Jack and Diane" play over the end credits.
This movie is what I call pure cinematic cotton candy. It's sugary-sweet, incredibly fluffy, guiltily pleasurable, and would melt under any conventional movie criticism. It would be demolished if you so much as went and saw it in a bad mood. But that's okay, because it's exactly what it promised to be. It's got cute girls and cute jokes, and if you see it in a good mood, on a student discount on a Thursday night when you having nothing else to do, it's a fun waste of an hour and a half. And to the credit of the director or the soundtrack guy or whoever, the audience is not subjected to the way-too-obvious gag of hearing the song "Jack and Diane" play over the end credits.