Hannah Montana: The Movie Reviews
Cyrus, as always, is a professional charmer (it's hard to resist when she leads a hip-hop hoedown), and the crusty folkiness of Billy Ray Cyrus as her real-life dad is as welcome as ever.
This parent-child love story, glancingly expressed through the potent medium of country music, often had me wondering if anyone in the cinema had a number for Tennessee social services.
There's nothing subtle or unexpected about Hannah Montana: The Movie. But its intended audience of prepubescent girls probably won't mind. Still, it's hard not to wish the same wholesome message could be conveyed with a bit more finesse and originality.
Hannah Montana: The Movie has performance numbers -- the first one fancifully blurs the line between a live Hannah concert and a music video - flat melodrama, and such guest stars as Rascal Flatts and Taylor Swift, as themselves.
The movie's only mission is to further a brand, and it exists specifically to prop up its song list, which includes the latest dance craze, 'Hoedown Throwdown,' in which Miley exhorts us to pop it, lock it and, to the best of our abilities, 'polka-dot it.
As teen fantasy Hannah has worked well enough to meet fan approval. And I liked her concert film from last year. But The Movie, inoffensive though it is, suggests they're over it. Maybe we should be, too.