More recent proof, as if I needed it, came last night while watching Entertainment Tonight. Apparently, teen heartthrob Zac Efron recently signed a movie deal to star in Seventeen, a movie about a burned-out 36-year old guy who suddenly wakes up in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy.
Putting aside the obvious rip-off of movies like Big and Freaky Friday for a moment, let’s look at that sentence again. According to Hollywood, 36 is a decrepit, horrifying age where your life is pretty much over and the only way to get any joy is to fantasize about being a teenager again.
I turned 35 just last month. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I’m skipping opening weekend. And may Zac Efron be forever disfigured in a horrifying self-tanning accident.