Usually, whenever confronted with a truly horrible book/movie/TV show/whatever, I stare at it in total disbelief, my nose wrinkled in disgust. This one, I had no reaction. I just sat and stared at it. It was so bland and devoid of life, I couldn't register any emotion for it. This goes beyond the standard rant about SNL skits getting turned into movies. It was just...there. The actors didn't show any range; then again, with the cardboard they were asked to portray, what could they do? There weren't any sparks or conflict; you knew who Mary Catherine was going to be friends with, who she was going to fight with, that she was eventually going to overcome her fears and win the talent show. The ending was such a foregone conclusion, why even bother making the movie?
