Friday night was family date night. The five of us ventured to the local theatre to see High School Musical 3, a movie all of us have eagerly been anticipating since its release.
(More accurately, my husband did not necessarily share in our enthusiasm and desire to see the movie, finding it difficult to voluntarily pay for any type of movie that involved spur-of-the-moment ballads or choreographed dance numbers.)
For some odd reason, I find it enjoyable to watch scenes in a movie where characters can break into song at any moment. Impulsive songs that burst through the mouths of characters in movies like Grease and Footloose bring me an untold joy difficult to articulate with ordinary sentences. I know all of the words to every song and have been known to mimic the dance routine to the song “Greased Lightning”. To this day, if I hear the song “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” I think fondly of Kevin Bacon and his bold, youthful quest for a high school dance. Oh, the joy.
High School Musical 3 begins with a basketball game with the state title on the line. The team is behind at halftime, but somehow, manages a remarkable comeback with pure athleticism and a toe-tapping song.
(As a side note, I played college basketball and often used this same approach during fierce match-ups and competitions. During close games, I would often burst into song, dribbling past my opponents while simultaneously grooving to each bounce of the ball, winning the game and the lead role in the school’s spring semester musical.)
(Wait a minute. I think that might be the storyline for High School Musical 4.)
Anyway, our family date was a lot of fun. The High School Musical cast brought their school careers to a close and I found myself secretly hoping that College Musical 1 soon follows. I even suspect that the graduation scene brought a tear to my husband’s eye. He claims that he was having trouble with his contacts, but I think he finally realized that spontaneous song and dance numbers in a movie are entirely believable.
Now, if I can just talk him into singing the duet “Summer Lovin” with me. One can always hope.