Lizzie = Hilary

I just saw Lizzie McGuire! The movie, of course, silly. Sheesh, I just realized it took me over a year to see that movie. I think it’s cool. I don’t really get to see much of her on the telly since my stupid CATV provider removed Disney Channel from the channel list but what the heck, I really like her. I have the movie on DVD. Yup, I know Edu Manzano and the rest of the video regulatory whatever people would kill me if they knew it was pirated. Duh, a digital home video for just a little over a dollar? That’s real bargain – a bargain to die for.

Okay, the movie starred Hilary Duff and some other people from the TV show whose names I don’t remember. Anyways, the story was just about their entire class going to Rome for some historical education stuff, Lizzie meeting Paolo Vi --- Vil --- uh, forget it --- at a fountain, Lizzie looking exactly like Isabella (Paolo’s singing partner), Lizzie and Paolo kind of dating, Paolo setting up Lizzie (whom the fans think is the real Isabella) to ruin Isabella’s career, Lizzie getting hurt, Lizzie, Isabella, and Gordo getting back to Paolo, and Lizzie kissing Gordo. You should see the movie, especially the ending. It’s just so sweet and romantic. I really liked that. Jeez, I’m being a hopeless romantic again. Oh well, liking teeny romantic stuff is just so me.

But before anyone even tries to post a comment that I suck at writing reviews, I would like all of you to know that I’m not making a review of the movie. I’m just sharing my thoughts, I think. And if you people think this really is a review, think again. You could never expect a review that contains the phrase “I really liked that” from me.

I actually wanted to quote a dialogue from the movie for the conclusion of this post but my favorite scene is just so visual that the actors’ lines wouldn’t make sense to readers who haven’t seen the film. Honestly, even to me, the dialogue after Gordo and Lizzie’s super romantic kiss doesn’t make sense. And yet, I like the movie. That’s what I would like to call “suspension of criticism”.

“Hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of.”

I love that song.