This is a parody and a bad one at that. You have been forewarned. If you're hyper-sensitive about people making fun of camp rock go away and read a story where Mitchie has lots of sex with Nick Jonas or Whatever, just don't leave me hysterical fan obssesive reviews. The story line is all off but who cares I need a constructive afterschool activity to keep me off the streets. I've watched a grand total of fifteen minutes of this movie, so I'm the one most qualified to make fun of it.
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Hi my name is Mitchie, apparently my parents didn't realize that my name rhymes with Bitchy, which is too bad because it made middle school hell. So after three years of being called Bitchy Mitchie decided to turn my angst into music. Like just about every other teenage girl in America, I want to be a pop star. If that doesn't work, I'd like to be a fashion designer or an actress.

I want to go to Camp Rock but it's too exspensive. So suddenly my mother appears out of nowhere and announces she's catering and I can go to Camp Rock as long as I help in the kitchens. Damn as if that wasn't totally predictable it's like this part of the story line was hardly even necessary. So I give my mom hug and scream like a twelve-year-old at a Jonas Brothers concert.

When I arrive at Camp Rock, I'm instantly popular with the majority of the snotty rich kids who go there. That wasn't predictable either. Then this totally hot guy shows up in his fancy care. He looks like one of the Jonas Brothers but that's bullshit because his name is Shane and he has his bandmates Nate and Jason. I'm glad Joe Jonas got to play Shane because he's arguably the best looking of the Jonas Brothers and I mean Nick Jonas looks like a little boy, like ew.Then Shane hears me singing this song and it makes him happy. He doesn't know who I am though so this movie gets to drag on for another 2 million hours.

In order to fit in I lie to the camp bitch so I can be cool. Predictably she believes me and it's all good. Then Shane comes into the kitchen and acts like an ass. I tell him tough shit and skip his gay dance class for an entire one day. Since I'm not the protesting type I go right back class like a good girl.

Then the Final Jam shit shows up and I'm supposed to be banned because the camp bitch got me in trouble.The camp bitch then takes a dramatic turn around because her equally bitchy mother is ignoring her. The only unpredicatble part of this is when I don't when stupid Final Jam Shit. Peggy wins talk about stupid.