Netflix Self-Torture Experiment Trilogy #42 - Hannah Montana: The Movie
I saved this for a night that I could get really drunk if I needed to…
Synopsis from Netflix: When the pop star fame of her secret alter ego, Hannah Montana, becomes too much to bear, Miley Stewart (Miley Cyrus) takes a break and journeys back to her Tennessee hometown of Crowley Corners for a much-needed break from the spotlight. But the pressures of celebrity life prove difficult to escape when Miley is pursued by a snoop who suspects the truth about her identity. Peter Chelsom directs, and Billy Ray Cyrus and Emily Osment co-star.
My thoughts: Have I mentioned recently how much I like alcohol? Seriously, at times it’s the only thing that gets me through this self-torture experiment without going crazy. I realize how much that might make me sound like I’m “enabling” myself or some other term that involves me eventually going to rehab, but I don’t think anyone dumb enough to put themselves in my shoes would be able to endure this relentless barrage of crappy movies without getting lit every once in a while.
If you’re expecting some sort of critique or analysis of Hannah Montana: The Movie, you’re not going to get it here. Just assume that it involves pop songs intended for teenagers, a half-hearted attempt at instilling small town values in a Hollywood star, and more than one predictable romantic subplot. As for me, I’ve got some more drinking to do. [One out of five stars.]
