Much like a scandalous private photo of a semi-famous teenage girl (what? just an example), High School Musical mysteriously showed up in the RiffTrax mailbox one day. And now we thank Efron, the ancient god of non-threatening gender ambiguity, that it did. We’d been searching for a movie that would finally address the issue of cliques in high school, something you never see in a high school film (unless you’ve seen any high school film). And, further, a work with the courage to let people know, hey, it’s okay to just be who you are, you don’t have to try to fit in, and finally that following your heart may be the wisest course of action. High School Musical is that work, and we’re just pleased as punch (flavorless, room-temperature punch) to see its trailblazing so handsomely rewarded.
Yes, the film was so successful that these days you can hardly throw a stone in a middle-school playground without hitting a kid with a High School Musical backpack (much field-testing has proven this correct). And it’s easy to see why. The movie is packed with tuneless, un-catchy songs that leave your mind the moment they’re over (even when you’re sitting in a prison cell for throwing stones at middle-school playgrounds). It’s also jammed with exciting basketball action, depicted as authentically as your grandmother might describe the game, assuming your grandmother has never seen basketball, or even part of an episode of SportsCenter. If you can say only one thing about High School Musical, it’s this: the movie is set in a high school and contains a musical!*
Mike, Kevin, and Bill will sing about acceptance and togetherness while shoving you into a locker if you don’t check out High School Musical!
*Film does not actually contain a musical.