10 July 2004 | third_row_center
I just finished watching BSC with my 9yo daughter, and I am embarrassed -- not only for my own mistake, but also for all the other parents who let their children sit through this hideous movie.
Was this screenplay written by a sixth grader? The plot, and every subplot, was contrived and almost overbearingly saccharin. The acting was flat, and character development was undynamic. Reading the other reviews here I see many excuses being made on behalf of BSC, but being labeled a "kid's movie" is no excuse for an underdeveloped production and A STARRING CAST WHO CANNOT ACT.
It's as if a group of preteens at cheer camp wrote and directed a feature-length skit for an audience of much younger children, and then somebody from Hollywood filmed it and passed around copies. The teen drama! The teen angst! The teen issues! One girl says, "I think hummingbirds are magical." Puh-lease!
In the movie, the members of the BSC don't sneeze without holding a codependent meeting about it, yet somehow without Claudia's knowledge all of the other girls manage to choreograph an entire rap video to help her pass her biology final. I also cringe at the absolute stupidity of the subplot in which 17yo Luca takes 13yo Stacey to NYC, unchaperoned, and later gives her an open-mouth kiss. Stacey: "Next summer I'll be 14." Luca: "I know (and I'll be 18 -- will you write to me in prison?)" From a real-life father, dealing with the real-world issues of raising a young girl against a strong current of inappropriate media messages and marketing campaigns: "No way in hell."
This is a kid's movie? Do the people behind the making of this movie have children of their own? What's with all the immodestly, impractically short skirts and thigh-high nylons being worn by the preteen/teen characters? (Did I already ask if this is a kid's movie?)
The only redeeming performances: Ellen Burstyn as the botanically-minded neighbor, Brooke Adams and Bruce Davison playing Kristy's parents, and Peter Horton as her birth-father. With regards to the rest of the budding talent, they all gave tranquilizing performances. Ultimately, the "Moviemakers Club" that put this whole bad message together is a bunch of socially irresponsible idiots.
I've never read the BSC books and maybe they're just great. But in evaluating this movie on its own merits, I feel sad for the people who have fond memories of this movie from their childhood. I can only hope that, when she's older, my daughter won't even remember having watched it...