Last night I saw a movie that moved me. A movie by the name of 17 Again. I've been wanting to see this movie for some time, but as you can probably imagine, Jon (my husband) was less than interested, so I had to wait until he went out of town. And bless his hardworking heart, he has been gone all week, so last night after coaxing my oldest child and the last of three into bed and ignoring his emphatic complaints about his arm hurting (my son suffers from very mysterious pains that come on suddenly and without relief whenever he has to go to bed or do homework or chores or whenever he gets in trouble...), I bounded up the stairs, plopped on the couch and rented 17 Again from my cable company's way over priced on demand movie database.
Now, I've never seen a Zac Efron movie, and I've never really been a fan, but I am a sucker for any movie that deals with time travel in any form--especially those which feature people going back to High School. I don't know, maybe the whole I'm-back-at-high-school-but-I-have-the-perspective-of-an-adult thing appeals to me. At any rate, there I was watching this movie, almost half expecting to not like it because it seems that more often than not these types of movies are not done well and lack "heart" if you will. Almost instantly I found myself falling in love with Zac Efron's character, and I continued to fall deeper as I watched him stick up for his kids, tell off the resident bully, fumble geekily through this generation's culture, and his inability to take his eyes off of his wife. Is there anything sexier than a man who can't stop thinking about his wife??
It was the kind of movie that makes you think about it for the rest of the night, and into the morning and then on to your computer to blog about it...
I now understand the appeal of Zac Efron. I get it. He's a hottie, I'll admit it. (Don 't feel bad for Jon, he has his own Hollywood crushes--Kate Beckinsale and Lucy Liu to name a few)
Looks like I'll be renting High School Musicals 1-3 this weekend. And purchasing 17 Again so that I can swoon anytime I want to.
I still don't love the perfectly coiffed hair though--I like something a little messier thank you.