Material Girls
AGH! Kill it! Kill it dead with fire!
Ah, the perils of, “I’ll watch anything.” Actually, I’d probably have watched this even if I wasn’t such a movie whore. I more than frequently find myself quite liking these girly things – I watch Nick to what I believe is probably considered an unhealthy extent, heck I even love Bratz – and I do like Hilary Duff’s music, sometimes, again, more than is healthy for my brain banana. But this is too far.
Within 10 minutes and a quick skim of the plot synopsis I’d realised that it is basically an Olsen Twins movie – and not the good, late kind, like Passport to Paris (yes, I like it) or New York Minute (honestly, that one’s good) ... a pre-teen Olsen Twins movie, the straight-to-video kind – yet these two sisters are in their twenties and should f**king well know better, they make Paris Hilton look smart (heck, I think Paris is quite smart … then, I thought Hilary Duff was smarter than this so what do I know?), and these filmmakers have laughably decided to add insult to injury by shooting the whole thing in self-important 2:35.
How they got Angelica Huston and Brent Spiner involved, I don’t wanna know – the scene with them both in the same frame together with the Duffs made me want to crawl into a hole and die for the film makers. There have been some incredible movies made over the past couple of years, but it seems the spectrum is expanding both ways – I truly never thought I’d see a movie worse than Epic Movie, but I’m afraid to say this takes the urinal cake. Even the outtakes at the end are sub-Olsens on the laughometer.