This weekend, I settled down to watch Camp Rock, Disney's newest TV movie extravaganza featuring the cute Jonas Brother: Joe and newcomer Demi Lovato whose very toothy smile is so endearing and so unaware of what is coming for her.
The plot was pre-packaged and therefore delightful predictable: she can't go to Camp Rock until her mom signs up to be the cook, then she is the poor cook's daughter which she hides from the camp to hang out with the rich, spoiled, bitchy girls. Shane Gray is forced there by the music label to cool off his bad attitude (PG version of rehab, I guess). He falls for her, gets hurt by her and ultimately they find a balance in love and music. Yada Yada Yada
It has my favorite movie ending: a dance/music/sporting event, which means everything. Every member of the cast has a musical number and they are all delightful. The villain of the movie, Tess Taylor, who is played by Meaghan Jette Martin (Meaghan, did your mother have a stroke when writing down Megan on your birth certificate?) has the most musical numbers, which is strange since she isn't the one who can sing.
By the end of the movie, I realized why this genre is just so satisfying. The entire movie is about achieving your dreams and being yourself-- all coming from child actors who are so excited just to be there. How soon will their dreams be crushed into little pieces as they realize they are just being run through the Disney cookie cutter factory? I hope they survive. I happen to like them.
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