HER previous vehicles Aquamarine and Nancy Drew having failed to catch on with the tweenie crowd, Emma Roberts (Julia's niece, and fairly annoying with it) has been packed off to England, following a route previously taken by such luminaries as, erm,
Amanda Bynes in What a Girl Wants. Wild Child has Roberts as Poppy, a spoiled Malibu brat who – after one party too many – is dispatched by her dad (Aidan Quinn) to an exclusive boarding school in the Home Counties populated by jobbing Brit thesps. "What is this place, Hogwarts?" Roberts asks – a line that might have been funny if the generally mirthless St Trinian's hadn't got there first – before finding romance with Stormbreaker's plank-like Alex Pettyfer, a Prince William clone so boring anyone over the age of 14 will lapse into a coma watching him. Behind them, desperately uninspiring pop music floats about, covering up the sound of boxes being ticked with mechanical regularity. There are probably greater injustices to address, but it still seems somewhat unfair we should live in a world where Emma Roberts films are getting cinema releases, when there are Lindsay Lohan and even Hilary Duff projects going straight to DVD.
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