All that is Glitter isn't gold--or good. Instead, Mariah Carey's foray into film is just a cheap cramming together of Purple Rain and A Star Is Born. The troubled pop star--constantly acting in wide-eyed disbelief that someone let her star in a film--plays a songbird in 1980s New York, overcoming her past of a dissin' daddy and drunk mommy, all while searching for her inner twinkle.
Carey lands her demo in the hands of the hottest deejay in town, and then lands in his bed as record companies and fame come a-knocking. The no-brow acting, oversimplifying of the path to success and supersappy ending are only some of the film's fatal flaws. Even fun stuff--the era's clothing isn't always right, for instance--isn't. The only bright spot is former art rocker Ann Magnuson hamming it up as the big-haired, overzealous publicist. But save your cash. Glitter just ain't worth it (even for camp factor), especially when Carey's current tabloid tales are much more interesting--and free.