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Last night, against better judgment, I saw Charlie St. Cloud starring none other than the High School Musical ”heartthrob” Zac Efron. The theater had a girl-to-guy ratio of 20:1. It was not surprising. But two bros did show up together and sat a seat apart. Frat or gay? We may never know.

Anyway! I cried my eyes out during the movie. Charlie’s (Zac Efron’s) 11-year-old brother dies in the first 10 minutes of the movie which was, obviously, the beginning of my demise. So while I’m crying about this dead kid and his relationship with his brother, Zac Efron is about to save the day! A girl’s life is on the line, and as Zac is about to rescue her, he takes his shirt off. “Finally!” echoed throughout the theater. At that moment I realized that none of the girls younger than 18 had actually come to see the movie. Who cared that a little kid had died? Zac’s shirt was off. Thank God. 

What have I learned from this experience? you might ask. Better question: Who cares? “Act”, “Sing”, “talk to your dead brother”, whatever. All you need is a good hair cut.