Get Over It review

Let's get one thing straight right from the start. Do not buy a ticket for this if the words `teen' and `comedy' cause chills of horror to hurtle down your spine and bile to rise in your throat. You're given fair warning by the adverts, all featuring attractive people in `zany' poses, and the trailers, with the now-typical collection of the snappiest lines, plot developments and a dog humping a basketball. We're not in the realm of classic literature here... Not exactly, anyway.

Thanks to the likes of 10 Things I Hate About You and (shudder) She's All That, Hollywood's obsession with dusting off an old play or book (in this case, A Midsummer Night's Dream) and giving it a modern teen-spin continues unabated. Fortunately for moviegoers, Get Over It has more in common with the witty former than the severely lacklustre latter. Yes, you'd need a lobotomy not to work out how it'll all end before even the opening titles have rolled, but thankfully the trip to the oh-so predictable conclusion is an enjoyable and, at times, a sharply amusing experience.

Ignore the fact that the sex-obsessed pooch should have been cut out before shooting began (it thankfully features only briefly) and leave aside the glaring realisation that Ben Foster is a dull, identikit teen lead. Wallow instead in such chucklesome situations as the unwitting Berke being left dangling in a bondage harness when the police raid a sex club and some hilarious skewering of school musicals courtesy of South Park movie composer Marc Shaiman. Also enjoy the way that Kirsten Dunst somehow manages to improve just about any film simply by appearing in it.

Get Over It boasts one or two more brain cells than your usual teen flick with literary knobs on and, despite having the target audience squarely in its sights, it still manages to be enjoyable for those who know what to expect.