Review – Glitter

Okay, I’ve got a problem here. There’s just no sport in reviewing this movie. I mean, I could write a bunch of snide remarks about the trite, predictable plot. I could ask how many more productions we have to sit through in which a poor but ultra-talented ingénue struggles from the streets to a recording contract and then all the way up to a sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden (or similar plot to the same general effect). I could also go directly after the principal defect in this particular go-around: superstar Mariah Carey. I might wonder what evil demons possessed her and made her think that her singing career would extend to equal success in the acting world. I might observe that her skills as a thespian appear to be limited to stiff delivery of lines punctuated by long, vacant stares. I might even speculate that if her performance had been any more wooden perhaps the Blue Fairy might have shown up and turned her into a real boy. But honestly, so many other critics have already beaten me to this far-too-easy game that all I feel like I need to say is: See if desperate