It is a joyous safari through teen comedies like Mean Girls, 13 Going On 30 and Legally Blonde. It is incredibly well made — the attention to detail is impeccable — but my memories of the first incarnations are still vivid.
Born in the late Eighties, I am toward the upper limit of what constitutes a “millennial”. I grew up with these films, saving up a few pounds for a bag of Minstrels, a Slush Puppy and a ticket to seminal cheerleader film Bring It On.
So watching this time of my life explored, analysed and regurgitated as a fun glance back at modern film history — Grande would have been too young to see many of these movies in the cinema — makes me feel positively ancient.
Meals on wheels beckon.
Cher: The Musical? I’ve seen it before...
When I was a student, while travelling with a friend, we found ourselves filling a few vacant hours by writing the framework of a Cher musical. Years later, the plan re-emerged over dinner with another friend at The Stockpot in Soho (now sadly no more).
Buoyed by several glasses of the house red, I typed up an exhaustive summary of my plan, looked up the details for Cher’s agent and emailed it over, blurrily insisting that I must be allowed to write it for Broadway. On Monday night, Cher: The Musical took its first bow in New York. I will be consulting a copyright lawyer.