Starstruck

As embarrassed as I am to admit this, but not only is this film in my DVD collection, but I have actually watched it. Twice. Another desperate Disney Channel attempt to find the next High School Musical, Starstruck features a Vanessa Hudgens carbon copy so petulant that she becomes instantaneously unlikable, and a teen heartthrob of a leading man with teeth so white that sunglasses should be medically advised. Add in some pop music so teeth shatteringly saccharine that tween audiences around the world will gladly part with their pocket money for his first real life album, and the Disney magic factory has done it again. And all that in a film with so much attention to detail that even the microphone he's singing into in the recording studio isn't plugged in. The worst part of all of it though? I sort of want to watch it again. And sing along.

Is it just me, or is she just taking a photo of her own chin?