Sometimes, as a critic, I
like to go to the movies just to laugh and gawk at how
horrible a film is. That was the only reason I went
to see "From Justin to Kelly", and I assure you
I was not disappointed. So, why was this film made?
Well, after Kelly Clarkson and Justin Guarini finished
"American Idol", they were mega-stars. Why
not take the two biggest stars in the world and throw them
in a film together? Alas, this might have worked,
had that not been a half a year ago. No one even
remembers these two anymore.
Here is the plot: Justin (Justin Guarini) and Kelly
(Kelly Clarkson) meet at the beach and fall for one
another and spend the rest of the film singing songs, like
the nauseating rendition of "That's the Way I Like
It". It's your basic "Beach Blanket
Bingo" meets "The Stupids", with bad acting
and ridiculous dialogue thrown in for no additional
charge. I felt like the movie theatre should have
been paying me to see this film.
It's one thing to continuously capitalize on the celebrity
of two mediocre talents, but it is another thing to
disrespect the public by tossing them into pop culture
diarrhea, which is "From Justin to Kelly".
This would have worked much better if Justin Guarini was
replaced by Justin Timberlake and Kelly Clarkson was
replaced by Kelly Osbourne. At least they have
chemistry. I was watching this film and wondering
why in the hell they even made it to the "American
Idol" finals.
Also, I must mention that this film was directed by Robert
Iscove, for no other reason than to warn people not to see
a Robert Iscove picture. After "Boys and
Girls", I thought he might have been done for, but I
was proved wrong with this heeping mess of a motion
picture.
I guess the best thing about this film was that it didn't
last too long. I kept hearing sounds echoing from
another theatre and was wondering what the film might be
playing next door. I was tempted to walk over there
and find out, because I knew it would be better than what
I was watching at the time. I left the theatre and
looked over, discovering it was "Hollywood
Homicide" next door. Hindsight is always 20/20.
