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Don't go in the water
with Kelly and Justin
American Awful: Kelly
Clarkson and Justin Guarini should be ashamed.
FROM JUSTIN TO
KELLY. With Justin Guarini, Kelly Clarkson. Directed by Robert
Iscove. 95 mins. Rated PG: Mild language, sensuality.
Cowell in me wants to say to last year's "American
Idol" winner Kelly Clarkson and runner-up Justin
Guarini that their performances in the spring-break movie
"From Justin to Kelly" are just awful.
Dreadful. Possibly the worst pro acting debuts I've ever seen.
But that distracts from the film itself, which is more than
awful, more than dreadful, and easily the worst beach movie ever
Yep, worse than "Beach Blanket Bingo," worse than
"Sizzle Beach, USA," and way worse than the recent
reality bust "The Real Cancun," which at least had
Despite its PG rating, "From Justin to Kelly" is
the Good Ship Lollipop of wanton youth movies: It's modest,
drug-free and as chaste as a church outing. This is the
spring-break film college kids will be sending their parents for
Christmas, with a little note:
"See, nothing happens."
On the first day of their vacation in Fort Lauderdale - in the
middle of the first of several jaw-droppingly bad musical numbers
staged on the sand: Redheaded beanpole Justin and bottom-heavy
Kelly spot each other and spend the rest of the movie being kept
apart by her devious girlfriend Alexa (Katherine Bailess).
Occasionally, they stop and lip-sync, sometimes to lyrics that
are actually appropriate, though you wouldn't know it if the
sound was turned down. Neither Justin nor Kelly has an inkling
how to feign emotion.
The songs, by the way, are generic pop ick, the lifeblood of
"American Idol" itself.
To answer the big question, Justin and Kelly do kiss eventually,
but it's not the kind of kiss that would lead to anything
lasting, or even spring-breakish. It's awful.
Dreadful. Maybe the worst I've ever seen.
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