As a pop star, Charli XCX is entertaining and provocative, a kind of a British Lady Gaga. Of her released albums, I've enjoyed the first one, hated the second, and found the third mildly entertaining. But that's where my praise for her star appeal ends. In The Moment, a so-called mockumentary semi based on one of her concert shows, she plays a fictional version of herself (I think). The only issue? The director/writer, Aidan Zamiri (and co-writer Bertie Brandes) provide her with a script so mundane and banal that it's hard to believe she ever agreed to it.
Labeled as a "Comedy" on Rotten Tomatoes, The Moment is equivalent to watching paint dry on a urinal. It's neither funny, nor moving, nor insightful, nor straight up provocative (if only it was). Of the so-called-plot-and-story, I've said nothing, and for good reason. There really isn't one. Its title is also grossly misleading: this abomination lasts more than one hundred minutes, making the viewer (yours truly, in any case) ever believe it was anywhere as exciting as Charli's average music video.
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