Let's get this straight: I never wanted to see this. Going through two hours of Christina Aguilera's music is quite enough of a torture, not to mention watching her trying to act (or take a crap, I'm sure the facial expression is the same). Deathstroke said - this one's all yours and I always listen to his brilliant (and often mean) suggestions.So, yeah, you think this movie is bad? Hell, no! It's on a whole new level, it's what one might term so bad that it's decomposing, spreading the stink and the rot.
Christina is playing herself here, obviously. And having in mind that playing is a strong word and that being yourself should be an easy thing to pull, she sure is having loads of problems from the start. She can't act, of course. She is full of it. She is arrogant, bitchy, she overdoes her vocal cords with the whole let's-bring-soul-effect to every fucking song I sing so as to make it oh so extraordinary.
And don't get me started on the subject of "songs" used in this movie. Oh, yeah..."movie". Also, let's mention Cher - the mummy of a person, Kristen Bell who really shouldn't have done this to her career, Stanley Tucci who has been unselfishly throwing himself into thrashy movies lately on such a frequent basis that I just give up, right now.
Like I said, the whole experience has been grotesque. And not in a good, horrorish way - oh, no. This one gives you uncomfortable shivers down your spine and you just have to feel humiliated and raped by the whole process.
1 out of 10.
