Seeing Lovelines I have to wonder if any of these kids ever got into any kind of college. The students at both Coldwater Canyon and Malibu High Schools seem to have sex, practical jokes, and which school has the best band and not necessarily in that order.
In this rivalry there is a Romeo and Julet in the mix. Greg Bradford of Coldwater Canyon and Mary Beth Evans of Malibu are the lead singers in their respective bands. Evans has a Tybalt in the family in the person of Frank Zagarino a six foot six muscle bound jock who will dismember on sight anyone from Coldwater Canyon High showing any attention to his sister Evans.
There's not a whole lot of laughs in Romeo And Juliet and there are damn little else besides the music. It all gets kind of silly as do these teen pictures do. Incidentally the leads were both pushing 30, but that's hardly new for the big or small screen.
I note that Greg Bradford made only one more film and then had a considerable career behind the camera up to 10 years ago. If you had to typecast California blond surfing god than Bradford was your first choice. He had female and gay male fans all over the globe, wonder what he's doing now?
Nothing intellectually challenging about the film. The music isn't bad if not my particular taste. And it all ends a lot better for the Coldwater Canyon and Malibu High kids than it did for the Montagues and Capulets.
The Bard turns up in the strangest places.
In this rivalry there is a Romeo and Julet in the mix. Greg Bradford of Coldwater Canyon and Mary Beth Evans of Malibu are the lead singers in their respective bands. Evans has a Tybalt in the family in the person of Frank Zagarino a six foot six muscle bound jock who will dismember on sight anyone from Coldwater Canyon High showing any attention to his sister Evans.
There's not a whole lot of laughs in Romeo And Juliet and there are damn little else besides the music. It all gets kind of silly as do these teen pictures do. Incidentally the leads were both pushing 30, but that's hardly new for the big or small screen.
I note that Greg Bradford made only one more film and then had a considerable career behind the camera up to 10 years ago. If you had to typecast California blond surfing god than Bradford was your first choice. He had female and gay male fans all over the globe, wonder what he's doing now?
Nothing intellectually challenging about the film. The music isn't bad if not my particular taste. And it all ends a lot better for the Coldwater Canyon and Malibu High kids than it did for the Montagues and Capulets.
The Bard turns up in the strangest places.