The worst part of watching Sparkle was coming to the realisation that as a nation, we appear to have learned nothing from Glitter. It’s time to face the fact that singer-turned-actors appearing in films headed by one-word titles of adjectives usually used to describe jewellery are not a good idea. Not since Mariah Carey’s unfortunate first foray into feature-film have we seen the age-old rags-to-riches trope done such a disservice. To refer to this film as a poor man’s Dreamgirls is to pay it a compliment it doesn’t deserve.
Crack is whack, and so is this film.
Motown. Stardom. Romance. Whitney Houston…