Stick It! - The Musical

Or, Why Movies Aimed at Teenage Girls Tend to be Enjoyable for Teenage Boys.

If you haven't seen Stick It (and really, why would you have?), then you don't know what's it like to watch an entire movie about girl gymnastics and not care one whit about gymnastics.

"Whit" is a funny word, isn't it?

One thing that's so interesting is that the headliner of the movie is Jeff Bridges. Now, I like Jeff, but I think the girls in the leotards are a bit more of a draw than the son of Lloyd.

No, the real star of the show is the unfortunately named Missy Peregrym, who I kind of see as a hotter Hilary Swank (which might cause some arguments, although trying to win an argument about hotness is like trying to shoot a gerbil from a cannon through a hole in the wall):



The movie is loosely based on Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, and when I say loosely, I mean that there are characters and dialogue.

It's the story of a young girl who falls on the wrong side of the law, but who used to be a world class gymnast. Instead of being sent to boot camp, she's sent to gymnastics school.

Justice is served.

She is rebellious, she has an epiphany, blah blah blah. But it is still a sports movie, and you all know how I feel about that.

And it's cute girls in leotards. I might have mentioned that already, but it bears repeating.

One incredibly annoying aspect of the movie is the rival, played by Vanessa Lengies, who you probably don't remember from the show American Dreams, for some reason is retarded in the movie. All her jokes are about her being stupid, and that in turn is stupid. Hate to be hyper-critical of a movie of this caliber, but. . .no, I totally love being hyper-critical.

The ending is this kind of odd, defiant think where the girls take the results into their own hands, but I have to say it's pretty unbelievable. Why would any of these girls take themeselves out of the chance to be part of the "world team." But that's where they get the title "stick it."

It's a pun. Or double entendre. One of those.

If you want to spend some time completely not thinking, this is a great movie. It's like watching a van Damme movie, except for little girls.

And apparently 25 year-old guys.

It's also much better than most van Damme movies, regardless of genre or demographic audience.

Anything with the tag-line "It's not called gym-nice-tics" deserves a chance.