*grinning like an idiot and refusing to look at anyone* It shouldn’t have been that enjoyable. It just shouldn’t have. I mean, La-chan needs to control his accent better if he’s going to be running around playing anyone born north of the Mason Dixon. And he wasn’t good. He wasn’t bad, either, but he just wasn’t good. Joey was good. Of course, he was playing a goofball musician with a heart of gold, so…he might just have been playing himself. ¬_¬

But, oh, it was queer. It was…dude, could we have more of a formulaic romantic-comedy? Well, yes, we probably could’ve, but we would’ve had to really work for it. Still. Very charming. And sweet. And so obvious that you knew how it would go before you even popped the tape into the VCR, but oh, it was so much fun. Its worth it just to see La and Joey actually singing. By themselves. (Lance, with droopy hair, singing Two Princes and trying to deliver it tunelessly like its supposed to be, and just failing miserably…Joey, howling Twisted Sister tunes, and somehow pulling it off.) And of course, shirtless La. And Joey’s thigh. *whistles innocently and gazes at the ceiling*

But the real killer? The behind-the-scenes spoof during the ending credits, featuring Justin and Chris as the hair and makeup people. Chris was scary. Chris is always scary, it what makes him likeable. But there’s just something magical about Justin Timberlake in a sparkly shirt and cowboy hat, lisping and fawning over Lance. Lo, the skit that launched a thousand slash fics! *snickers*