REVIEW: "High School Musical 3: Senior Year"
With the exception of Ashley Tisdale’s new schnoz, everything is bigger in High School Musical 3: Senior Year, the first in Disney’s billion-dollar cable franchise to premier all bold and sparkly in your local cineplex. Set pieces spin and explode like Busby Berkeley on Red Bull. A lush orchestral score gives silly gravitas to teen swoon. And life-after-prom plot lines pile up like reckless bumper cars.
Tizzied preteens will make HSM3 a blockbuster by the end of the weekend, and why not: Without the burden of a tight Disney Channel budget, this one uses its big-screen allowance wisely, with eye-swirly art direction and a fortified script that doesn’t talk down to fans…yet still dots its “i”s with cartoon hearts. Enough of the umpteen pop songs, the fuel that drives these simple cinematic confections, properly stick in your head like a Milk Dud on a molar. HSM3 is a lot of goofy fun, maybe even the best in the series.
But FAIR WARNING, Mom and Dad: “Bigger” also applies to the aging actors, all of whom are now closer to home-pregnancy kits than home ec. Vanessa Hudgens, as virginal Gabriella, has sprouted boom-boom gams to rival Chita Rivera’s. Zac Efron, as Gabby’s beau Troy, flexes muscle-roped arms, newfound guns that director-choreographer Kenny Ortega curiously coats with gladiator-approved sweat.
And without giving away too much ('cause lemme tell you, THIS will be all the buzz), America’s sweethearts share a third-act moment usually framed by steamed-up windows in the backseat of a sedan. Yes, this is still the Mouse House, and the G-rating stands firm. But the subtext is obvious to all of us Gray Hairs: The East High gang has more on their mind than college aps.
For all the guss and glitz, HSM3 is basically built on the same synthetic premise as before (and before that). With graduation looming, hoops star Troy can’t decide between dribbling at a local college in Albuquerque or shooting for a spot at Juilliard. Either way, he'll be far from Gabs, who's off to Stanford. Best bud Chad (the exceptionally mop-topped Corbin Bleu) wants his buddy to stay close to home and stay focused on three-pointers. The rest of the gang -- dancing girl Martha, class prez Taylor, music savant Kelsi -- are all perfectly happy to flash high-beam smiles in the background.
And then, at last, there’s Tisdale’s Sharpay, the spoiled rich girl who just wants to be fabulously famous. Go ahead and rip on her rhinoplasty, but the blond bomber steals every scene like a pink-miniskirted thief. Tisdale can’t sing, and she really can’t dance, but her big, strutty number I Want It All is a triumph anyway, a dizzying send-up of Madonna and Marilyn and Mae West that finishes like a kid version of Jennifer Hudson’s Dreamgirls turn. Seeing as how Efron and Hudgens have all the acting chops of a twin pack of Ding Dongs, Ortega would have been wise to use Tisdale more.
The movie’s 112-minute run time is 20 minutes too long, and a couple of Troy and Gabriella’s mopier duets are the perfect chance to take your kids to the loo. In fact, the lovers-in-training actually fare better apart. With Walk Away, Hudgens gets to uncork a modern-day Hopelessly Devoted to You. His Scream is an over-the-top post-boy-band burner partly performed in a spinning, thunder-lit hallway; you'll laugh, your daughters will sigh. And Troy and Chad's bromantic gamboling in The Boys Are Back, set in a salvage yard, is like a cross between Footloose, The Road Warrior and La Cage aux Folles.
It all leads up to prom, then the spring musical, then graduation, each one fortified with robust song and dance. Ortega takes a few minutes in the movie's closing moments to linger lovingly on the face of each of his stars. They don’t pose as characters this time but as themselves, as if many of them know deep down that this will be as good as it gets. It’s a sweet tribute to a likable cast. But more than that, it’s a thank you and goodbye to the millions of boys and girls who have bought High School Musical CDs and DVDs and clothes and toys –- and who have grown up right before our eyes, too.



I like Neil Diamond, he takes up plenty of space on the ol' iPod. As long as you were 'jumping on that grenade' for Persall, it's all good. Taking one for a teammate is alright in my book.
Posted by: Bassnote | October 24, 2008 at 03:56 PM
Sean is a true friend, jumping on that grenade for me. I owe you one. Maybe a review of the Archies gift set.
Posted by: Steve Persall | October 24, 2008 at 02:03 PM
Dear Jeff,
A curiously similar event took place I. My house as well. I thought my 5 year old was a bit innured to the hype seeing as how we don't get the Disney Channel here in the Arthur household, but God bless the all-permeating Mouse Marketing Department!
Posted by: Douglas Arthur | October 24, 2008 at 01:32 PM
I awoke this morning to find Daisy in Cuba standing at the side of my bed.
"Good morning, Dad. Today's the day High School Musical 3 comes out."
"Uhhhm, OK. But it's not going to be here in GTMO for another week or so."
"I know. But just knowing it's out there makes me happy." And then she skipped off to find some breakfast.
And as much as I'd love to tear off on another of my House of Mouse tirades, I gotta admit: there are a lot worse ways to start your day.
Posted by: Jeff in Cuba | October 24, 2008 at 12:58 PM
My 9-year-old son got me hooked on "HSM" and I do like it. Proud to say that too!
Posted by: Michelle | October 24, 2008 at 10:57 AM
critique the critic
Best Sean phrase:
"flexes muscle-roped arms, newfound guns curiously coated with gladiator-approved sweat."
Posted by: Cat | October 24, 2008 at 10:14 AM
that should say "tix". Damn this auto-spell iPhone!
Posted by: Douglas Arthur | October 24, 2008 at 09:41 AM
that should say "fix". Damn this auto-spell iPhone!
Posted by: Douglas Arthur | October 24, 2008 at 09:38 AM
hey Sean I have fix for Monday night. I thought this was going to be a nice opportunity for a mother/daughter night out, but somehow I am getting dragged along. The first 2 in the series are certainly not the worst things I have ever seen, though I am not sure I share your enthusiasm for the young Ms Tisdale. It's Jennifer Grey all over again. Should have left well enough alone.
Posted by: Douglas Arthur | October 24, 2008 at 09:35 AM
Sean, I loves me some Neil Diamond!!
I think if I had a teen age daughter I'd partake in more of the hype of HSM. From a parenting point of view, it's nice that there is something wholesome-ish for teens to watch.
There. A positive spin. I feel better now.
Posted by: Marissa | October 24, 2008 at 09:31 AM
I am speechless. I know I'm aging because I can't see the validity of ANOTHER High School Musical.
I'm looking forward to "High School Musical 4: Freddy and Jason have Their Fun!"
Posted by: Marissa | October 24, 2008 at 09:29 AM
Wow, then I'm REALLY glad I stayed up until 1 a.m. to write it.
Tell me, Bassnote, how do you feel about Neil Diamond? 'Cause that's why I'm not getting sleep tonight.
Happy Friday, everybody.
Posted by: Sean Daly | October 24, 2008 at 09:25 AM
The fact that you reviewed this makes me cringe.
Posted by: Bassnote | October 24, 2008 at 09:18 AM