This is one of those early 2000s gems that actually aged pretty well. It's earnest without being corny, addresses real issues (sexism, cultural identity, family pressure) without being an After School Special, and features a genuine female friendship that doesn't devolve into catfighting over a boy.
The soccer is legitimately good, the humor lands, and it doesn't talk down to its audience. Yes, the whole "lying to your parents for months" thing is the engine of the plot, but the film treats it with enough complexity that it becomes a teaching moment rather than a model to emulate.
The 2002-ness shows a bit—the fashion, some of the cultural references, the slightly slower pacing—but not enough to lose modern tweens. It's not as slick as today's teen content, but that's almost a feature: it feels more genuine and less algorithmically optimized.
Solid choice for family movie night with kids 10+, especially if you want something that'll spark actual conversations about identity, expectations, and following your passions. Just be ready to explain why everyone's phones are the size of bricks.






