Firstly, the cinematography (or is it Julius Friede and Mike Bellamy's coloring that's to praise?) and the music are the two stand-out attractions of this feature. The story itself is also fairly compelling. It's the individual elements that don't stack up.
For example, the singing women. Sure, anyone intelligent can see what they're supposed to be, but in the context of the film: Why don't they stop singing long enough to say hello? That and the recurring references to hair gel - at no point did this obsession get them in or out of trouble and so felt ridiculously tacked on.
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