Speaking of terrible things made for children, the upcoming Ramona and Beezus movie looks pretty bad. I haven't read the books in a long time, but I do remember Ramona being treated a little less like she's disturbed, although looking back, I guess I was wrong:
I do kind of wish, though, that someone would make an adaptation of Beverly Cleary's teen novels. They're dated, and sweet, to be sure. No one's having sex. No one's really drinking. The worst thing that happens to anyone is one of the characters gets so distracted by a cute-but-dumb boy (whom she eventually dumps for a guy she does word puzzles with) that she gets a bad grade in biology. That said, they're extremely perceptive about something I think folks seem to forget is actually the main part of dating: falling in love.
The details are just right. In Sister of the Bride, the main character is torn between a boy she feels is the kind of dude she ought to fall for, who drives a moped, and a boy she actually likes much more, who plays a trombone, even thought everyone thinks he's got the perfect body for basketball. The former asks her to darn his shirt, the latter asks her to a folk music concert. It's exactly that kind of mundanity that we rely on to make decisions and guide our feelings. Fifteen's even better, from the boy who hides a bicycle in the bushes so he won't look like a nerd when he rides over to take a girl to the movies, to the cheesy pop song said girl gets caught in her head and associates with said boy, to the cup of coffee she orders so she'll look more sophisticated.
These are the things that make movies really good, the very specific movie theater that characters go to, or the restaurant they go to that looks like it was actually decorated with someone with very particular taste. I like to fall into art and get lost in it, and it's such a problem when it's just not possible to do that. People of all ages deserve that kind of attention and care.