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Dewey (Dewey!?), a failed musician, ends up faking as a substitute teacher at a prep academy for wee ones. Happily, it doesn't turn out to be one of those incredulous plots where the guy finds out he's a perfect, yet unorthodox, teacher who can inspire the kids in ways that normal teachers (the ones who get a degree and all that piddling nonsense) cannot. Nope, Dewey knows nothing and can't teach... except when it comes to ROCK. Then, he's that perfect, yet unorthodox teacher who yadda yadda kids find their destiny blah blah everyone is on their feet cheering for them, the end. Your liking of The School of Rock is largely dependent on your liking of Jack Black -- he of the band Tenacious D, of such films as High Fidelity and Shallow Hal. He may not be the handsomest guy in his own 10 foot radius, and he may not even be all that accomplished of an actor. But what Jack does have -- and what I appreciate -- is a certain everydude quality about him, that makes you know he's this chummy, funny and fun to be with in real life. Jack Black has a blast hamming it up, educating little kids to the legacy of "real" rock, slowly becoming the rock star that he has dreamed of becoming. How does he do this? Just a pinch of fraud and manipulation, and Jack's transformed an entire grade school class into a genuine rock band, complete with roadies, groupies, and a very funny costume designer. Aside from the whole tried-and-been-there visit to Inspirational Teacher Land, what really calls School of Rock to the front and center is that it's a perfect and highly creative tribute to the rock genre, while satirizing it at the same time. In the setting of an elementary classroom, we laugh at the ridiculousness of bands posing while at the same time being reminded of the genuine passion that drives some tunes. And while there have been many homages on film to the rock genre, at least this one isn't completely full of itself (Almost Famous, I'm glaring daggers of irony in your direction). School of Rock, we salute ye.
Having said all that, here's my deal with this movie. Anyone who's seen Tenacious D, either on TV or live in concert or on DVD (Tenacious D: The Complete Masterworks), has seen everything Black does in School of Rock in some form or another already. It's just that finding a larger audience also means having to lose some of the dirt and meat Black is so good at and replacing it with doing funny things with his eyebrows and being cuddly. And while I don't begrudge him the choice to go in that direction, I prefer my Jack Black in all his full on R-Rated glory. In School of Rock, he's the Jack Black you'd be happy to bring home to mom. And I much prefer the Jack Black who talks constantly about body functions, drugs, pubic hair and filling crevasses with his mighty juice. But I recognize that my tastes aren't everyone's, so I'd say that if you've seen Jack Black anywhere else and found him amusing, you'll definitely enjoy School of Rock. In addition to all this Jack Black love, I'd be remiss if I didn't also mention how GREAT Joan Cusack is in this movie. She's hilarious, adorable, quirky and basically just kicks ass all over the place. I couldn't imagine anyone else playing repressed and uppity as funny as she did.
The only character in the whole story who struck me as believable was Ned Schneebly played interestingly enough by the scriptwriter Mike White. (Sidenote: Is it just me, or does the guy look like Spud from Trainspotting’s love child?) Black was over the top as only Black can be — at least since John Belushi died. The kids were cookie cutter stereotypes, the parents all ultra-conservative familial dictators, Schneebly’s girlfriend was an unredeemable... er... terrier of the female and un-spayed persuasion... and even Joan Cusack (who acted rings around everyone else) was stuck with the “misunderstood authority figure who just wants to be liked” role. Eh. It was a cute movie. Sort of. I laughed in a few places and tapped my toes to the music periodically. It’s reasonable to assume that I would have enjoyed it more if I’d watched it in the company of a few friends and a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew. My mistake. The thing was, it veered so much between heavy-handed (lets make a double entendre and WAIT for thirty seconds until we’re SURE everyone gets it) and lightweight (“I’m too dorky to play keyboards.” “No you aren’t.” “Oh, okay.”) that I can’t help but think it could have been... somehow... better. Bah, maybe I’m just getting stodgy.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
Dewey: Now raise your goblet of rock. It's a toast to those who rock! Dewey: I pledge allegiance... to the band... of Mr. Schneebly... and will not fight him... for creative control... and will defer to him on all issues related to the musical direction of the band.
Dewey: Ok, here's the deal. I have a hangover. Who knows what that means?
Miss Mullins: Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Lemmons said that she heard music coming from the classroom.
Dewey: In the words of AC/DC: We roll tonight... to the guitar bite... and for those about to rock... I salute you. Dewey: God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen. Dewey: Give up, just quit, because in this life, you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end your just gonna lose, big time, because the world is run by the man. The Man, oh you don't know the man. He's everywhere.. in the Whitehouse... down the hall -- Ms. Mullens, she's the man. And the man ruined the ozone, he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! And there used to be a way to stick it to the man, it was called Rock and Roll, but guess what, oh no, the man ruined that too with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome cause the man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favor and just GIVE UP! Parent: Mr Schneebly, why has my daughter become obsessed with David Geffen? Dewey (during Parent-Teacher night): Okay, see, I would like to tell you what we’ve been doing in here, but there is such a thing as teacher-student confidentiality. And I don’t want to be in breach of educational law cause I could be... dismembered by the Teachers’ Union, so... Dewey: Now lets get out there and melt some faces! Dewey: Sell my guitars? Would you tell Picasso to sell his guitars? Soundtrack Review
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