Posted on 4/12/10 08:55 AM
This film has the framework in place for a quality satire. Its subject, the trend pandering of cookie-cutter pop bands around the turn of the millennium, was due for a skewering at the time of the film's release. Its plot, while certainly not Swiftian, sets up the satire well-enough. The nearly omnipresent corporate logos prove to further the satire rather than make the film hypocritical, as evidenced by the film's ending. The problem is that while there's a great deal of film potential there, it just never actualizes. The film's style, character, and dialogue take the easy way out. This is what happens when a good idea is handed over to Deborah Kaplan.