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Big
managed to tell a wonderful coming of age story about a boy who
suddenly finds himself trapped in a man’s body, 13 Going
on 30 didn’t. The major reason is that, aside from a
few fun Andy Serkis moments, 13 Going on 30 just isn’t
funny; smiles are rare, laughs are even rarer. But the worst part
is that as a moral story, 13 Going on 30 had the potential
of being much more powerful than any teen flick we’ve seen
in some time, including Freaky
Friday.
13 Going on 30 could have been a teen Christmas Carol;
its set up is similar. Jenna (Christa Allen), a bratty little
13 year old, ignores her plump friend Matt (Sean Marquette) in
order to try and get in with the popular crowd. She wishes she
were older and when she wakes up, she’s Jennifer Garner.
30 years old, her life is everything she wished it would be. She’s
best friends with the popular girls, she’s living with a
star hockey player, and she’s the editor of her favorite
teen magazine.
Although she now has everything she ever wanted, all she wants
now is the one thing she didn’t want before, her old friend
Matt – now Mark Ruffalo. Now, I didn’t need to see
a full fledged Christmas
Carol, which could have easily been heavy handed in this situation,
but 13 Going on 30 evades the issue altogether and instead
puts its time and effort into developing an utterly lackluster
romance. I like Ruffalo, but his character is just a zombie. When
Jenna inevitably returns to her original age, she hasn’t
learned that she ought not be a jerk, she simply learns she was
being a jerk to the wrong people and changes teams. We’re
supposed to applaud when she rudely affronts the shallow popular
girl she previously idolized. It’s awful.
A frivolous subplot deals with Jenna saving the magazine she
works for from going under – something that was occurring
because of problems caused by her previous self. Yes, Jenna grows
up a little, but not much. I really don’t see the new future
30-year old Jenna being really all that different from the previous
one. The only real difference is that this one has Ruffalo instead
of the hockey player. But in a comedy so shallow, I suppose that’s
all that matters.
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