Yes, the Britney Spears movie, Crossroads, is a load of crap, but it’s not meant for you or me. Unless, of course, you’re part of that 11-year-old Barbie-doll-collecting/Phoenix-reading niche. And as bad as this film or her songs may be, Britney isn’t half as annoying as the adults who’re continually railing on her. Get over it! — Britney Spears is a relatively harmless kiddie product, and this movie could have been (or perhaps was) created by a marketing team that’s been placing bugging devices in her CD cases for the past few years.

Crossroads is a bit of a good-girl-gone-bad story, but don’t get too excited. Indeed, the film eschews the pervert contingent of Spears’s audience (save for a few underwear shots) in favor of all the little girls in this country who fantasize about doing all the things Britney does here: sorta-kinda rebel against her dad (Dan Aykroyd), road-trip with bickering girlfriends, fall in love with a scruffy Prince Charming (Anson Mount), and put her bad poetry to music. Unlike many films, though, Crossroads does have you asking meaningful questions as you leave the theater. Like, how does Beastie Boy Mike D feel about his wife, director Tamra Davis, wasting her time on this kind of thing?