Watching this flick with my 11yo daughter wasn't really the experience I had hoped for. I remember watching this movie with my oldest daughter, now soon to be 23,and feeling like the cool, hip mom. But today, I just feel old. The clothing, the attitudes, the stereotypes. Ugh My 11yo daughter isn't really am 11yo. She's more like an old, kindred spirit. She enjoys movies with a believable story. Apparently, this TBT movie didn't quite cut it for her. Honestly, she just kept flashing me that sidelong look she had perfected by age 3,thanks to her sister, 11 years her senior. I kept waiting for her to get lost in the story, chuckle at the adorable story lines, but, well I'm still waiting. Needless to say, reading the books won't be appearing on her agenda any time soon. The only thing I really noticed was that the girls weren't that much older than their charges. And, each had a back-story that really didn't have anything to do with the plot. Aside from getting a glimpse at Peter Horton (Thirtysomething). But this flick came out after he'd hacked of his gorgeous tresses. So, no love there. As my daughter put it, "ummmm, you know that could never happen, right? " Sigh, yeah, I know.
Review of The Baby-Sitters Club
