Spice World Review

Spice WorldDirected by Bob Spiers
Written by Kim Fuller, Jamie Curtis
Starring Victoria Beckham, Melanie Brown, Emma Bunton, Melanie Chisholm, Geri Halliwell

Hello, my select few readers. I know the word on all of your lips must be…why. Why am I writing this review? Well, cynical Cindy, it’s because after a decade of fasting from the Spice Girls, I decided it was time to revert to the splendours of childhood and revisit my obsession. Why was I so captivated by those five, mediocre singers? Why was Mel C my favourite and did it shape my future as an adult because of the preferences I had as a young girl? Were there any real advances in feminism due to this heavily commercialised franchise? Predominantly, however, I’m writing this review because a housemate streamed it to her laptop for a laugh when we were bored. The oestrogen levels were abnormally high that day.

The film stars the Spice Girls of course, all playing up to an individually manufactured persona. Richard E. Grant plays their tour manager, a screeching, stressed workaholic with impressive sideburns and a penchant for melodramatic (yet often understandable) rage-filled speeches. There are a ridiculous amount of cameos, my favourite of them being Bob Geldof’s five-second part because he was made to look quite ridiculous – nothing new then, but it was funny.

The plot…erm…they were on tour, and they had a friend who was pregnant, and there were aliens and Spice Girls songs played and…yeah, that’s all I have. As far as structure goes, this movie has none. It seems there were a host of funny and quirky little ideas that the writers came up with, but they couldn’t stick to one that would pan the full ninety-three minutes. Obviously it’s a children’s film so they could get away with that, but it also works in a way. The whole thing is very self-aware, with the cameos being entirely tongue-in-cheek and a few choice adult jokes shoved in here and there to keep the parents from wanting to commit suicide. An alien tries to grab Mel B’s boob at one point for god’s sake, if that doesn’t keep the dads happy I don’t know what will.

Through all the joviality and disjointed fun, however, I felt the ending was a bit rushed (sorry, I should have warned you that there would be genuine criticism at some point). The majority of the film stuck to no particular theme and was brilliantly illogical to a great extent, but the conclusion tried too hard to bring a sense of pace and storyline in order to draw the whole crazy mess to a close. Concluding a film or any story satisfactorily is the most difficult aspect to the creative process, but in this instance the creators shouldn’t have thought so hard about it. They didn’t seem to think too hard about the rest of the thing, so why start at the end?

I thoroughly enjoyed watching Spice World again, it brought back so many memories and contained so many cheap laughs that I was nicely entertained on a boring weekday evening. Of course it is dated, of course it is irrelevant and rubbish and all the rest of it, but I’m afraid I realised that I will be a Spice Girl fan for life. Girl power.

Emily created Dystopic in July 2012 after requiring an outlet for her love of dystopian and apocalyptic fiction. Her debut novel 'These Unnatural Men' was published in 2018.


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