"Commercial filmmakers could do worse than update Shakespeare as the makers of She’s the Man have done. They could pretend to be hip by being fashionably superficial as in the horrible new hipster bloodbath Brick which disgraces the teen-movie genre that John Hughes revolutionized. Through coarse imitation of film noir clichés cynically transferred to a high school setting, Brick disgraces basic social ideas. But She’s the Man enlivens the basics of falling in love and of sexual maturity by sweetly adapting the premise of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night"
"Don’t dismiss Fickman’s sex farce for kids; rather, consider that its concentration on the basics of sexual adjustment is preferable to Hollywood’s typical diet of violence for kids. By “kids” I also mean the (WAIT FOR IT....WAIT FOR IT...) hipster adults (YEAH, BABY, YEAH ARMOND!) who, wanting movies to provide them with the carelessness and smart-ass arrogance of adolescence, will indulge a mindless, graphic-novel knock-off such as the Sundance prize-winner Brick which snarkily transfers Dashiell Hammett-style crime fiction to a high school setting."
"Brick jiggers the memory of camp; She’s the Man triggers the memory of art."
YEAH, BABY. DOWN FOR THE MOTHERFUCKIN' CAUSE! OR...