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The best parts of this dud are the ones in which she's singing. This is what she does best. This is what she should stick to. Save your money and watch her videos for free on cable music-television networks.
A vehicle that tarnishes as you watch it, leaving this troubled chart-topper lost in a sea of drunken, maudlin cliches.
Total escapism without a shred of believability.
We don't have much space to tell you about Glitter, so we'll be blunt. This star vehicle for singer Mariah Carey is primarily a showcase for her breasts.
A derivative mishmash of cinematic and real-life situations.
Nothing redeemable could possibly have come out of Kate Lanier's ill-fated script.
Vondie Curtis-Hall tries to invigorate the bland script by careening his cameras throughout the streets and club life of Manhattan while Carey's glorious voice is drowned out by sheets of off-key cliches.
This fails to convince on several levels: Carey's assumed edginess; Beesley's faltering Brooklyn accent; turns from such celebs as rapper Da Brat and soul vocalist Eric Benet; the half-hearted '80s references and the haphazard retro effects.
A disaster like no other, Glitter has as its jaw-dropping highlight what I have to believe is the only scene of seduction by vibraphone ever filmed.
Mariah Carey should have taken an acting class from Marky Mark Wahlberg. The first lesson: start small.
It was almost physically uncomfortable watching the performances in Glitter.
The DVD incarnation of the campy Glitter deserves much more than what's offered here.
your standard-issue "I turned around and I was famous" melodrama, set in an implausibly wholesome-looking 1983 club world, where most of the folks dress oddly, but generally are just about as nice as pie.
If nothing else, at least it killed a career. Max Beesely looks like a porno Luke Skywalker...The Shaggs had more talent.
It's so badly botched that it's entertaining ... for all the wrong reasons.
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