I’m all for the idea of unlikely leading men. Especially in comedies about teen romance, a phenomenon often determined by forces no greater than whose locker is next to yours. But give me someone better than Ben Foster, please. Foster plays Berke, an average-looking, heartbroken high schooler with no discernible personality who has just been dumped by his gorgeous childhood sweetheart, Allison (Melissa Sagemiller). Allison claims that the spark between them is gone (extinguished, no doubt, by Berke’s leaden disposition) and appears to be much happier dating the school’s new hottie, Striker (Shane West), a member of an ‘N Sync-like band that makes the girls swoon with hits such as “Love Scud.” Berke discovers that both Allison and Striker will be trying out for their school’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream—have we seen this movie before?—and enlists the talents of songwriter/thespian Kelly (Kirsten Dunst) to help him secure a part as well. Soon, Berke has Beautiful Girl No. 1 wondering why she ever refused his obviously true love and Beautiful Girl No. 2 shifting from friend to starry-eyed let-it-be-me! mode while simultaneously putting the audience to sleep. Don’t be fooled by Get Over It’s brand names: Dunst’s luminescent Kelly is snuffed by the ho-hum mediocrity of the characters surrounding her, and those who aren’t familiar with the thong-inspired rhythms of Sisqó will wonder who the new teen-flick schlub is. Martin Short, as the play’s outlandish director, saves the film from being a total disaster by injecting a little Waiting for Guffman-style humor into the mess and emerges as Get Over It’s only sympathetic character. He is, after all, the only one besides the audience who sees how hapless and uninteresting these students are. (He instructs one to “go with your instincts, then do the opposite.”) The pace is labored, and the jokes—including a ridiculous ever-humping dog and an accident-prone, model-perfect student who looks as if she’s about 30—are often painful to sit through. Which makes Get Over It a rather accurate re-creation of the never-ending hell that is high school—but who needs to experience that twice? —Tricia Olszewski