Its almost foolish to review Hannah Montana: The Movie as anything other than the latest cog in a cultural phenomenon/mass-marketing juggernaut. The film itself certainly doesnt aspire to anything more. A brightly colored yet cheap-looking affair (director Peter Chelsom doesnt even try to push beyond the materials TV roots), the movie brings Hannahs schizo life (ordinary teen, Miley, by day/internationally famous pop star, Hannah, by night) to a head, as shes forced to choose between country-girl authenticity and the glam life of a celebrity. The crisis is sparked by a lean-bodied young cowboy who oozes common sense and blond-god sex appeal in equal measurethe former illustrated by his preference for Miley over Hannah. Fleshed out with insipid songs (and one decent tune), a cookie-cutter tabloid villain, lots of salt-of-the-earth country folk, and a catfight featuring a game Tyra Banks, whats most interesting about the flick (and the Miley phenom, period) is its refurbishing of a tried-and-true conflationall-American wholesomeness and flagrant consumerismdisturbingly pushed on a whole new generation of kids. The youngsters at the screening I attended fell silent during the films many lulls, but were roused to cheers by its big musical finalepumped up to plead for the latest Hannah merchandise.
Director: Peter Chelsom
Writer: Dan Berendsen
Producer: Miles Millar and Alfred Gough
Cast: Miley Cyrus, Emily Osment, Jason Earles, Moises Arias, Billy Ray Cyrus, Melora Hardin, Margo Martindale, Barry Bostwick, Peter Gunn and Lucas Till
Hannah Montana: The Movie