Review Date: February 17, 2002
Director: Tamra Davis
Writer: Shonda Rhimes
Producers: Ann Carli
Okay, now the big question: can Britney Spears act? Well, I've seen her on SNL a few times and always thought that she came off pretty well. Here, she isn't asked to do much more than to be herself and as that...she handles herself quite formidably (duh!). But that's like giving Courtney Love props for "acting" like a drug-addict in a film, right? (oops, that really happened, didn't it?) Yeah, they have Britney cry in a couple of scenes, but most of the time, they just give her a slutty or virginesque outfit to string on and tell her to "play" sexy or innocent. And was I turned on by her in the film? You're damn right I was! Any film that opens with Britney Spears bouncing around in tight undies on her bed, can't be all bad, I always say (well, maybe not always...but I'm saying it now, dammit!) Sure, the film isn't good, especially the ending, which inexplicably gets way too melodramatic and idiotic in plot twists for anyone to take seriously, but for 13-year olds, maybe some of the "After School Special" themes are relatable. As for predictability, well...Britney's character is going to see her mom who left her at the age of three and is quite confident that her mom is also going to be excited to see her. One guess as to whether or not she will be. Her trailer trash friend is pregnant with a kid that she's not sure that she wants to keep. Two guesses as to what will happen to the kid. And finally, the last girl is going to surprise her fiancÚ in L.A., a dude who, for some reason, is asking not to see her anytime soon. Hmmmmm, I wonder why? Anyway, you're not going to get anything original from this film, but if fluffy teen fare is your game, if you want to see Spears make out with a dude on-screen or remove her robe to reveal nothing but a hot bod and pink lingerie, and if you actually like the kind of music which she churns out on the radio (she's not a girl, folks!), see it but don't expect miracles. As for the rest of you, keep downloading those fake Britney porn pics off the Net or taping those music videos and utilizing the "pause" button as best you could...and oh yeah...drink Pepsi??
PS: One specific karaoke scene features Britney strutting her stuff on stage while singing one of the most lifeless versions of "I Love Rock 'N Roll" that I've ever seen...and to top it off...it's the pop version?? I don't get it. If you love rock 'n roll, why are you singing this lame-ass non-rock 'n roll edition?? Grrrrrrr!!