Dear Hannah/Miley: I know that you're trying to establish your identity as being separate from the character you play on tv but when you took off your blonde wig and transformed halfway through the movie for us to "Meet Miley Cyrus" my four-year-old was very disturbed. I hate to break it to you and I know the wig makes you look like a knock-off Lindsey Lohan but face it- you've got to give the kids what they want. My girl wants the Disney manufactured Hannah Robot and not the real you (despite your positive message of Girl Power and Always Be True to Yourself and Yadda Yadda.) Funny how that works out isn't it?
Dear Jonas Brothers: Your hair is too long and your pants are too tight. End of story. (When did skinny jeans become hip for boys anyway? I'm old.)
