WHO COULD HAVE FORESEEN THAT AUDIENCES WOULD SPEND FROM JUSTIN TO KELLY WAITING FOR GUARINI TO TRY TO KILL BART SIMPSON OR STEP ON A RAKE 17 TIMES IN A ROW, RATHER THAN ROOTING FOR HIM TO GET THE GIRL HE WAS CONTRACTUALLY, PROFESSIONALLY, AND LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO PINE FOR? Even by My Year of Flops standards, Nathan Rabin's take on the only American Idol film ("All films require suspension of disbelief. From Justin To Kelly requires something more like a temporary lobotomy") is particularly noteworthy for its level of snark.
Odd thing, though: had High School Musical come first -- because the plots (and certainly tone) weren't that much different -- the audience would have been totally primed for this, and it would have been a hit. Instead, FJTK merely delayed Clarkson's rise to occasional-stardom and Guarini's return to relative obscurity, though it sadly prevented the world from ever seeing the Ruben Studdard/Clay Aiken buddy comedy and Carrie Underwood/Bo Bice slasher film to which we as a nation were entitled.
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