There is a lot about Prom that's surprising – in that it is, in fact, totally unsurprising. It follows every plot twist in the Book of Disney Clichés, something which – in the age of Mean Girls and Easy A – seems enormously out of place.
It's outdated, really, but rather sweet in its own way. Instead of the brooding anti-heroine or secretly pretty outsider, the star is the preppy class president. And guess what? She falls for the bad boy. The question is, will she get him? At no point is the wisdom of the prom bandwagon, with its extortionate expense, superficial values and conformist pressures, questioned. But the little girl in me loved the frills, flounce and pop music.