The early 2000s were home to three particularly disastrous film vehicles for high-profile pop singers, of which this was the first. This painfully boring film has many faults, but what ultimately does it in is its directionless script, which is devoid of conflict and so incompetently structured it seems like the product of complete amateurs.
The score isn’t much better. I’m actually a fan of Mariah Carey’s singing career, and her singing should have been the best thing about the film, but this is easily the worst collection of songs she’s ever sung, and even her legendary voice can do nothing with them.
As for Carey’s acting, she comes across as an emotionless cipher, and seems almost incapable of even changing her expression. It doesn’t help that her leading man is both written and cast to be one of the most unappealing characters of all time, a greasy, uncouth hypocrite who engages in borderline abuse and whose stupidity is so great it actually gets him killed at the climax of the movie.
This is an utterly worthless cinematic nothing, not even entertainingly bad but just unutterably boring.