With its hackneyed storyline and critical derision in the US, whispers were that Honey was to be the new Glitter. It's not nearly that bad, which is a shame since it just skims the embarrassingly blind enthusiasm of which camp classics are made - instead bouncing along the path of bland and forgettable.
Alba is permanently sunny, forging on with her dream to make it as a dancer - and she won't let poverty, inexperience or lecherous video directors stop her, dammit! - while showing off an adeptness at bumping and grinding with a body as tight as her dance moves. Alas, the plot and script are not nearly so taut, leaving boyfriends, best friends and subplots to flounder outside Honey's spotlight.