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While
the entire 3B
Theater gang
gears up and heads to Chicago for B-Fest
2004, 'Nekkid' Bill Rinehart takes one for the team and reviews
this stink-bomb of a celebrity vehicle. How bad it is it? The star
had a friggin nervous breakdown after it's completion. That should
be a handy clue.
So,
anyways, I'd also like to take this opportunity to throw down the
gauntlet to old Billy-boy and challenge him to a trifecta of this
thing, Crossroads
and Spice World.
Hell, he likes Spice
World, and one of
them's already done so, c'mon pally, you wanna live forever?
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The
film opens in a smoky, dingy bar. A woman is crooning on-stage, her
daughter is sipping a glass of milk, (probably
with a human hair in it),
at the bar.
The
woman is Lillian Franks, (Valarie
Pettiford). Her
daughter, is Billie, (named
for the great jazz singer Billie Holly. Or Billie Day, or something
like that.)
At
mom’s direction, shy young Billie comes on
stage to sing. Her voice sounds mysteriously like that of singing
sensation Mariah Carey, but with some audio tricks meant to make it
sound young and unpolished. Mom demands an answer from the audience:
"Didn’t I tell you she could sing?", and the audience,
cowed and obviously terrified for their lives, acknowledges that it
is so. The girl can sing. (Just
not as well as the cockatiel I had in college.)*
However,
she can’t sing well enough to keep her mom employed. Lillian has
been fired from her nightclub job, and must seek out help, from
Billie’s father. He’s rich, and white, and wants nothing to do
with either of them. After contributing to Billie’s college fund,
he slams the door on them.
Mother
and daughter go home, where Lillian’s passes out, lit cigarette in
hand. Thankfully, Billie is a good kid, and knows her fire safety.
She prevents the house from burning down. This time.
Next
time though, she wakes up coughing, as the room fills with smoke.
Mom’s carelessness has destroyed their home.
Billie
gets sent off to an orphanage, or a boarding school, or something,
in New York, where she and her cat make immediate friends. (What?
You didn’t notice the cat before? Must have been an oversight on
your part, because Billie’s had that cat, like, forever.)
Louise
and Roxanne, 2 streetwise, but lovable, imps show an interest in
"Whiskers" the cat, and seal the life-long friendship
between the 3 girls. (Hear
that orphans? Get yourself a cat. You’ll be better off in
no-time.)
I’m
not sure what year it was when the movie started, but suddenly, its
1983, and Billie (Mariah
Carey), Roxy (Tia
Texada) and
Louise (Da Brat)
are professional dancers, shaking their things on the stage of a hip
New York City night club. (Oooh
ya. This place is trendy. It even has "leopard print clothing
night". I vonder if ve can get some of those fancy drinks with
umbrellas in dem, ya.)
Anyway,
after their shift is done, the girls are approached by music
producer Timothy Walker, (Terrence
Howard) who is
looking for backup singers for his girl, Silk, (Padma
Lakshmi). We soon
find out that Silk needs more than backup singers. Walker is
actually using Billie’s voice to promote Silk. (For
those of you younger than 30, think Milli Vanilli. For those older
than 30, think Singing
in the Rain.)
The
ruse is uncovered when Billie has enough of Silk’s attitude and
belts out a tune in front of New York’s hippest, and whitest DJ,
Dice (Max Beesley).
(Dice has
less soul than the overnight guy on any given AM radio station. And
that includes Larry King and George Norry.)
Dice
gets a good example of Billie’s potential with an "open
mike" routine that’s just one step away from a karaoke
version of "The
Rose". Then,
he persuades her to work for him. He negotiates with Timothy for
Billie’s contact
(which we
never saw signed, or notarized), and soon is in the recording
studio, with the ingénue.
Billie
and Dice make the party circuit, visiting those fantastic
nightclubs, where you can have a conversation without screaming. You
know the kind: movie nightclubs. Soon, all that partying pays off.
Dice runs into a couple of record label representatives, and
they’re interested in signing Billie.
Dice
takes Billie to a fancy restaurant, so she can make a joke about
escargot, and then it’s back to his apartment, where we find
he’s more than just a DJ. He’s a musician, too. And he has a
picture of himself as a young boy. (How
many pictures of yourself do you frame and keep out in view?)
Not only is he a musician, but he plays that most romantic of
instruments, the jazz xylophone. Billie is overcome with lust for
his xylophonic abilities and they hop in the sack.
Life
is a whirlwind for the young singing sensation, Billie Frank. She
hears her song on the radio, gets a publicist, and makes her first
video. Unfortunately, the label head doesn’t like Billie’s
friends, Roxy and Louise, and axes them from the shoot.
(To make
up for the rejection, Billie takes them on a 5-second shopping spree
at the Gold-Lame’-R-Us Store.)
But
that whirlwind isn’t all fun and games for some of the people in
Billie’s life. Dice is slowly losing control, and he doesn’t
like it. The label doesn’t like what he’s producing, and he
doesn’t like the director hired for her video. Dice runs into
Timothy, who reminds us that he hasn’t seen any of the $100,000 he
wanted for Billie’s contract. (It
should be pointed out that we never saw Dice agree to the price. He
just said that unless Timothy gave up management of Billie, none of
Timothy’s other projects would ever get played in the clubs where
Dice sometimes DJ’s. Who has legal right to Billie? Find out,
next, on The
People’s Court!)
To
make up for the rejection, Billie buys Dice
a keyboard and he invites her to move in. She remembers her mom, has
a good cry, and writes a song about her. (Mariah
plays piano with a slow left hand.)
Billie decides to find her mom, but the social service agency has
lost track.
The
label wants other producers to work with Billie, and they fire Dice,
who covers up his hurt and disappointment by saying it gives him
time to work on other projects.
(Way to
take one for the team, buddy!)
Billie
gets invited to perform on the USA Music Awards (probably
a Dick Clark Production*),
where she first encounters Rafael, (Eric
Benet). The suits
from the label suggest they work together to score a "major
crossover hit."
Because
of a crummy edit, apparently the award ceremony and the after-party
are both held at the same location. (Which
is a real pain, considering you’ve got to get into your limo,
drive around the block, and then wait in line to be dropped off
again.)
Rafael
and Billie hit it off. Dice gets drunk, (and
though we never see him drinking, he does have something going on
with his nostrils, if you catch my drift.)
and demands that she and her friends leave the party immediately. In
the limo, Dice starts ragging on everyone, and finally Roxy and
Louise get out to walk home. They look back to see where Billie’s
loyalties lay.
Billie’s
loyalties are with Billie, and since her stuff is at Dice’s place,
she goes home with him. They have tearful apologies and everything
is hunky dory again, until Timothy shows up, some days later.
This
time, he’s in the apartment, looking for Dice. He tells Billie
about the "secret deal" he made with Dice for Billie’s
contract, and threatens her before leaving.
That
threat doesn’t sit well with Dice, who goes looking for trouble.
With an audience of 2 NYC cops, Dice assaults Timothy. As we learn
later, Timothy is hurt badly enough to be hospitalized. (Either
Dice is tougher than he looks, or Timothy is awfully delicate.)
After
Billie bails out Dice, they argue and she decides to leave him. She
and Whiskers head to Louise and Roxy’s, where she’s accepted
back without questions.
(Who’s
Whiskers? Oh, you remember him. He’s the cat they introduce to
increase Mariah’s vulnerability factor. It tested well with
audiences.)
During
the split, Billie isn’t slowing down. She’s recording with
Rafael, and sells out her first concert at Madison Square Garden. (Where’s
that crummy Godzilla
movie now that we need it?)
But,
she still misses the man in her life. And Dice misses her. He writes
a tune for her, as she writes lyrics for him. Oh! Heavens! Will
these star-crossed lovers ever meet again? Nope.
She
goes back to his pad, but misses him by mere seconds, and while
he’s on the way to her sold-out concert, at Madison Square Garden,
Timothy pops up again, and this time pops Dice. With a small caliber
handgun.
Poor,
brave Billie. She finds out about his death on the news, but the
show must go on, and she sings her heart out to the screaming crowd.
(Dude!
This concert is righteous! Rock on, Billie! Rock on! Let’s start a
mosh pit! Whoooo! Packers!!! Don’t bogart that Pixie stick, dude!)
Backstage,
Billie finds a single red rose, and a note from Dice. (Hopefully
written before his death.)
In the note, he says how proud he is of her, and how he’s looking
forward to seeing her after the show, and oh yes, someone from the
social services agency called, and they found your mother, and
she’s been clean and sober for some years now, and she’s living
in a small town near Maryland, and how he can’t wait to be there
when she finally finds her mother again, and how we’re all going
to live happily ever after.
The
limo driver takes her to Maryland, and she is tearfully reunited
with Lillian, (who
looks about 40 years younger. Come to the rejuvenating health
springs of Maryland!).
The
end
Glitter
isn’t a bad movie. It’s just not very good on many different
levels.
The
plot, you’ve seen before. And this time, it’s even less
interesting, because it’s all about Mariah. If you’re not a big
Mariah Carey fan, you’re not going to care. About anything. Ever
again. This movie is about Billie’s world, and how we all just
live in it.
Did
I mention how talented Billie is? No? Well, the movie sure does.
They basically beat it into our heads that she’s a "singing
sensation".
Sure,
there are other people in Billie’s world, but they’re just there
to help her, or to provide her with an obstacle she can bravely
overcome.
Instead
of making Billie a character we can feel sorry for, they give her a
cat. Instead of showing her working hard to become the best, her
abilities are natural, and the opportunities fly at her. Sound
familiar? No! How are we supposed to relate? We can’t, and so, we
don’t care. Not one little bit.
It’s
entirely possible many of these shortcomings were caused by poor
editing. Maybe a "director’s cut" restores lost scenes,
but, I’m not sure I care enough to sit through it.
Want
a fun, stupid movie to kill some brain cells? Find a copy of Wild
Wild World of Batwoman,
because Glitter
is just torture.
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