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Allow me to express my thoughts about this film in one meme...
Nostalgic Insights: I remember seeing From Justin to Kelly with my father and sister Erin at the Enfield Cinemas in...Enfield, CT, and even as wee, young lad watching it a bloody decade ago, I didn't like it. I remember telling my dad "Wow...that was a gross movie." But that's because I didn't reach puberty yet, and I didn't realize that every woman in this film was actually wearing a bikini and not walking around in the nude. When I hit puberty, I wasn't marveling at how beautiful the women were in this film; I was marveling at how "utterly dreadful" this piece of pi(e)ss was.
So, what do I think of it today when compared to a bloody decade ago? Why am I writing in a british accent?
Critical Insights: When MMMMM's came around, I not only was going to review some of the best movie musicals ever made; I was also going to review some of the worst movie musicals ever made. And when I see a bad movie musical, my eyeballs look up to the sky and they say "Why us? Why do we have to become stuck inside the sockets of this innocent madman?" And then God says, "Simple. Everybody loves devilish (hehe) and humorous writing." A bloody decade ago, it turns out God gave me a task to watch From Justin to Kelly, and then a bloody decade later, if I had improved my grammitical and origunality skills, I would share my thughts as to why E think this film is the wurst mooooooovie mooooooosical of all-tums.
Now, of course, I don't think this is the worst movie-musical of all-time. No, that'll come later, my dear children (*mammamiaAHEMexcus'm*). It's harmless and inoffensive, just what a PG-rated film needs nowadays. But From Justin to Kelly commits one of the seven deadly sins of film-making, one that, as someone who can remember seeing this film in theaters with a couple of family members, reaches a boiling point of depression: It's. For. Get. Table. It will instantly evaporate as soon as the film is over. If the internet wasn't invented, and somebody asked me "Hey Cat, do you know anything about From Justin to Kelly, ya know, that movie with those American Idol cheez-its?," here are the only things that I would remember: There's Justin. There's Kelly. Tiana is in this movie, only she doesn't work as a waitress anymore SPOILER: The cast sings a weird cover of "That's The Way I Like It" at the end. END OF SPOILER? The women in this film still expose a lot of cleavage for a PG-rated picture, though of course, if the kids have seen any of Michael Bay's masterpieces, this would be a severe bore to them. But hey, that just goes right back to being forgettable. There is nothing memorably in-depth about this film; it's truly a shallow cash-grab that is meant to glorify popularity over artistic talent. And ya know, because you've read a lot of long reviews from me lately, I'm going to let you go. 'Cause I'm going to save my long-winded ranting for another film later this month. Call this review rushed. I don't care. Grumpy cat doesn't care, either. Out of five grumpy cats, I give From Justin to Kelly...
Until next time,
GODSPELL
and MEOW, of course.
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