Seeing Double: The S Club Movie

The corporate spooks responsible for concocting infernal mini-popsters S Club have deemed that the phenomenon must be cashed in on in every conceivable way before Father Time consigns their immense talents to history’s dustbin, and so it comes to pass that the gang invade our screens for Seeing Double, a mindblowingly bad caper singularly doomed to win no new converts whatsoever to the S Club cause, however adoringly their pre-teen fanbase laps it up.

As with the 1997 Spice Girls spinoff Spice World, which it very closely resembles, Seeing Double adheres to the Hard Day’s Night formula that invariably governs pop-group movies, with much in the way of aimless running around and other misguided stabs at physical comedy, all serving as timewasting devices in between the all-singing, all-dancing musical numbers. The plot witnesses our heroes cloned by an evil dastardly celebrity-crazed villain, then left to prove their real selves to a variety of sceptical souls while their impersonators take the world by storm.

Nonsensical beyond belief, Seeing Double might still have been just about tolerable if it had spared us the songs. No such luck, of course, and unless chirpy singalongs and a Gareth Gates cameo are your idea of an irresistible proposition, it is heartily recommended that you give Seeing Double a miss.