The Spice Girls' introduction to the big screen, and a very poor introduction for anyone not already acquainted with them. (Would a Rip Van Winkle, viewing A Hard Day's Night for the first time, have any trouble telling which Beatle was which?) Their music, on the available evidence, consists of bland harmonies over a disco beat. Their movie, peopled with a muckraking tabloid publisher and his stop-at-nothing paparazzo, a dim-bulb documentary filmmaker, a fat-cat Hollywood producer ("They're young, they're hip, they're cute, they're wacky"), a flying-saucerful of space aliens, a cameo roster of Elton John, Elvis Costello, Bob Hoskins, and others, the quintet's frazzled manager and his mysterious superior (Roger Moore, doing a takeoff partly on Bond but mostly on Blofeld), and a pregnant best girlfriend who wants all five Spices to share godmotherhood equally ("Hang on a minute," one of them balks. "Do godmothers get stretch marks?"), is a complete shambles. Richard E. Grant, Alan Cumming, George Wendt; directed by Bob Spiers. (1998) — Duncan Shepherd
This movie is not currently in theaters.