There may have been a time when we queers were young and desperate to fit into a school clique — any clique. But after being routinely rejected by the jock squad, the pretty girls club, the cool dudes clique, etc, most of us figured out that we would just fine hanging out with the other fags and dykes in our schools.

This movie is exactly about that. Bratz centres on four best friends — one white, one Latino, one African-American and one bi-racial — who enroll into high school only to discover that each one of them has no choice but to join one of existing cliques. So one joins the cheerleading clique, one the techie clique, one the soccer clique, and one remains a loner. But by the end of the film, all of them realise that they don't really need cliques; what they need are each other.

Bratz is a silly, juvenile movie targeted at preteens. So unless you're 12-years-old and obsessed with the popular range of dolls on which the movie is made, don't bother to even look at the poster.