
For a while there I was convinced that Gigli had a lock on the Razzie for worst movie of the year, but then, along came Cat in the Hat to compete with it. And now this week, we have Honey, which makes both of those two films look like Oscar contenders. Riddled with clichés, bad acting, laughably overdone melodrama, and filled with stock characters thrown into your standard plot of the girl who just wants to make it big. It's so bad that a new definition of the word bad will have to be invented just to cover the scope of this movie's badness.
Honey Daniels (Jessica Alba), just wants to be a music video dancer (of course, with a name like Honey Daniels, it was probably that or become a porn star.) Her dreams are realized when a video director sees her dancing in a club one night and offers her a job. About 30 seconds into the video shoot, he promotes her to choreographer. Suddenly all of her dreams are realized, but with her newfound riches, she begins to pay less attention to her friends and the kids from her old neighborhood that used to attend her free hip-hop dance lessons at the community center run by Honey's mother. Before you can cry, "Will no one think of the children?" Honey is forced to choose between her friends and success, cause that's what real friends are for, right? To make you feel guilty about being a success? Along the way, Honey falls in love with barbershop owner Chaz, played by Mekhi Phifer, whose talents are wasted in this throwaway role. I won't spoil how the movie ends, but if you can't guess after watching the first five minutes, then this must be the first movie you've ever seen.
Jessica Alba is attractively bland in the lead role, but she does manage to keep a straight face through all the melodrama, which wasn't true for me. I found myself laughing at the moments that were supposed to be touching. The rest of the cast is so locked into their stereotypes that there is no room for talent to emerge. There's the supportive father, the disapproving mother who, at heart, just wants the best for her daughter, there's the shady drug dealer, and of course the best friend. Take plot A and insert characters B, add some real hip-hop artists, like Missy Elliott, 3rd Storee, Ginuwine (and several other people that I've never heard of), and you end up with this sad excuse of a movie.
Honey's problems are entirely the fault of first-time feature film director/longtime music video director, Bille Woodruff and the inexperienced writing team. They bring nothing new to this movie. Nothing in the plot is original, and some of the devices are straight out of those old Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland "Let's put on a show!" movies. The characters are all stereotyped, and the dialogue is nothing to write home about (or to put in a script for that matter.)
Maybe Ben and Jen should write a letter of thanks to the makers of this movie. In terms of being bad, Honey beats Gigli hands down.


















