The reviews are in for Christina Agulera's big-screen debut alongside Cher in the splashy, trashy, over-the-top new musical Burlesque. By all accounts, the plot - which follows a small-town, naive American girl's quest for Hollywood stardom - is thin. The story is overshadowed by two straight hours of razzle-dazzle costumes, saucy lyrics, dance club mayhem, boas, bustiers, feathers, rhinestones, bumping and grinding. It sounds like a cheeseball,  quintessentially American coming-of-age romp with all the gaudy pomp of a 4th of July fireworks display. (I'm for sure going to see it.) What would the toned-down, reserved, essentially Canadian equivalent of this film be? A mellow, self-effacing Winnipeg teen dreams of making the local ladies' curling league. It's two straight hours of Tim Hortons runs, plaid flannel, scrapping ice from the windshield, pockets full of Kleenex and the inevitable broom blisters. Or. A determined young fiddler from Halifax dreams of the chance to appear on Don Messer's Jubilee. It's an uproarious two hours of church recitals, denim overalls, square dancing, euchre, hymns and handholding. And Tim Hortons. Or? What do you think  the quintessentially Canadian coming-of-age story would be?