Okay, here's the thing. I really want to see the American Girl movie -- Kitt Kittredge, starring Little Miss Sunshine herself, Abigail Breslin. Here's the problem with that: I am a 36-year-old, childless woman. As my sis pointed out, the only thing creepier than me going to see that movie by myself is if she and I went to see it together. Or even better, if she and I went to see it together with our American Girl dolls.* Imagine a theatre full of pre-pubescent girls running around with their dolls and then there are the creepy old ladies sitting in the back row clutching their own, slightly battered from age American Girl dolls. The only way it could be worse is if we were men!
And yet . . . I want to see it! It looks so charming and so fun and so girl power-y! I love those girl power-y movies! I might be the only person in America who was charmed by the recent Nancy Drew movie. And yet, I really don't want to be that creepy old lady sitting in the American Girl movie. So I will patiently wait for the video release of Kitt Kittredge, slyly add it to my Netflix queue, and watch it in my house . . . with my American Girl doll. In the meantime, I guess I'll join those Americans over 12 who will be spending their 4th of July weekend seeing Hancock. And maybe, just maybe, I won't be the only one wishing I were in the next theatre with Kitt Kittredge.
* -- I really don't have an American Girl doll. I was too old for dolls by the time they came out, and I'm not really able to justify spending $100 to own one now. But face it, the thought of me and my sis sitting in the back row of Kitt Kittredge is just a little funnier if you picture us clutching to our own American Girl dolls, isn't it? And to answer your other question, if I WERE to have an American Girl doll, since there doesn't seem to be a ginger American Girl, it would probably be Molly if only because of the glasses and jaunty beret and argyle sweater. I'm also a little miffed that the groovy 70s hippie chick American Girl doll is named Julie . Not fair!!!