Having already proven himself adept at playing people younger than himself (and an incredible clown), Whittet looks at home as this hyperbolic and retrospective of himself, and the cast do a great job of playing to their own quirks and idiosyncrasies to sustain a just bearable level of self-consciousness.
Gabrielle Nankivell's choreography is as hilarious as the characters attempts at social acceptance and Richard Vabre's lighting is almost as effective as a time machine. Much of the comedy comes from cliché and by definition the universal teenage experience is at its core the same, but while far from original it is irresistibly honest. School Dance running mans its way to earning a Judd Nelson triumphant sky-punching freeze-framed fist of approval.
We won't forget about you.