I’ve mentioned on several occasions how it appears that Zac Efron is trying to distance himself from his High School Musical past, but he’s got to do it in such a way that he doesn’t alienate his existing fan base while he’s in the process of building a new one. Me and Orson Welles was an excellent step in that direction; he was able not to alienate his existing fanbase, in large part, because no one actually saw the movie, except for perhaps casting directors, who are beginning to take him more seriously. He’s recently been cast as the lead in the gritty Snabba Cash remake (and whatever you think of Efron, let’s all concede that, in looking ahead to the future of Hollywood, he’s the lesser evil compared to the Twilighters, Rob Pattinson and Taylor Lautner).
Charlie St. Cloud, which reunites Efron with his 17 Again director, Burr Steers, isn’t exactly a bold move ahead, but it is perhaps an incremental one. It’s not quite a tweener film, but it’s not an adult one, either. It looks insufferably cheesy and melodramatic, but my guess is that it will jerk a lot of teenage tears, what with the soft, easily manipulated brains, and all. Amanda Crew, this generation’s slightly less breasty version of Jennifer Love Hewitt, co-stars in the film.
Also, that Efron: He’s a very pretty girl.