Little Miss Sunshine
Yes, Abigail Breslin's character pretty much looked the way I looked when I was 8. Poochy tummy and all. Since I was a little girl into the theatre (as opposed to beauty pageants) I can relate wholeheartedly to Olive Hoover. There's nothing like wanting to perform but not being "right" for it. Showing up for auditions in a roomful of stick-thin blondes while being round-bodied and four-eyed was certainly character-building. The way I see it is you have two choices; either make your peace with it and be at home with yourself or become crippled with self-loathing. I picked option A, as did Olive Hoover.
Still, I hated this movie. H-A-T-E-D it.
The pageant talent routine is a moment of gold, but I'm ticked at having to sit through the rest of the shrill, unlikeable movie to get there. I do wonder what's wrong with me because everyone else in the world seems to think LMS is the second-coming of movies.
When an ad campaign tells me that a movie is funny, I sort of expect to laugh. Instead I spent most of this movie cringing with discomfort. At one point a character yells "I f-----g hate all you people." I wholeheartedly agree. Wallowing in misery for 85 minutes only to have 4 minutes of comic payoff is not a fun experience for me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to eat some ice cream.