Now that all our hands are asleep, it's time to get to the review. This film was a pleasure. Unlike the aforementioned John Hughes films, this film contains little to no sexual innuendo. This can be seen as good and bad. In this case, that would have done nothing to further the film. So if the film is not like John Hughes, what is it like?
My fellow theater-goers were surprised here me compare it to the 1993 film The Sandlot. However, they do share some similarities. To begin with, the main characters in both of these films are characters you want to love, but have difficulty doing so. In Diary of a Wimpy Kid, this character takes the form of Greg Heffley -a role played very well by Zachary Gordon, who demonstrated some serious chops in his first starring role. Greg is a contemptibly arrogant and haughty, particularly towards his best friend (Robert Capron), but he also has terrible luck. He moves from one scene to the next, either insulting someone or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He gets yelled at for stuff he doesn't do, and gets away with stuff he does. Of course, by the end of the film he learns his lesson becomes a good person, but the clichés of this film are hardly important.
What is important is the cunning and incisive portrayal of childhood innocence and the vapidness of middle school. Being a relatively recent alumnus of the place myself, I can say that, without a doubt, this portrayal is accurate. This is where the most important similarity to The Sandlot lies: they both portrayed adolescence in a new and interesting light. That's why they both have high marks in my grade book.
Final Grade: A
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