Crossroads: Critic Reviews

Oops, she's really done it this time. That chirpy songbird Britney Spears has popped up with more mindless drivel.

It does wonders to a critic to know that you could be a continuing font of teen and post-teen kitsch for years to come.

Not a music video, not yet a movie, but more like an extended-play advertisement for the Product that is Britney.

The kind of movie that seems like a very extensive trailer for a music video coming soon to Total Request Live.

For anyone seeking a movie that captures the utter vapidity of the Britney Spears Experience, with all of her most annoying personal traits and uh-uh-uh vocal tics brought to the fore.

The movie is a lumbering load of hokum but ... it's at least watchable.

Crossroads adopts such a self-important tone that it's embarrassing.

Davis directs the low-budget production with economy and a lack of surface flashiness that is pleasingly unpretentious.

If you're not the target demographic ... this movie is one long chick-flick slog.

Britney bomb isn't appropriate for her young fans.

Naive and amateurish in both the negative and positive sense of these terms, Crossroads provides a disappointing showcase for pop icon and youth symbol Britney Spears, who pretends to be the new-retro Sandra Dee.

Spears's technique indicates she's a graduate of the Brady Bunch Acting Academy...

Dull, a road-trip movie that's surprisingly short of both adventure and song.

Within 20 minutes of this incongruous baloney, I knew I'd stumbled upon a potential Razzie.

I never looked at my watch so often during a movie.

A cellophane-pop remake of the punk classic Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains...Crossroads is never much worse than bland or better than inconsequential.

Musically, Britney is as talented as Samantha Foxx, and her acting is less textured than Lance Bass'.

What puzzles me is the lack of emphasis on music in Britney Spears' first movie.

If even half the scenes with the girls singing along to pop songs in the car were cut, Crossroads would barely qualify as feature length.

comes off like a rejected ABC Afterschool Special, freshened up by the dunce of a Screenwriting 101 class. ...provokes a handful of unintentional howlers and numerous yawns.

Although Britney and her friends drive some 2,000 miles, her movie never goes anywhere at all.

A bizarre piece of work, with premise and dialogue at the level of kids' television and plot threads as morose as teen pregnancy, rape and suspected murder

Spears manages to come across on film as natural, endearing, and extremely likable.

Unfortunately, this young female-awakening dilapidated drama demands everything of Britney Spears as she juggles the rigors of being a sugar-coated lamb one moment than a rampaging rogue in a slinky bra the next.

Why Britney's management team would allow her to make such a depressing movie is beyond me. The story is about miserable people who lead miserable lives.