I admit it, I am a sucker for cheesy made for t.v. movies, especially when they involve actors, who don’t usually sing, singing. For this, Lovestruck: The Musical seemed to fit the bill. It had everything that I love in my cheesy movies: Disney-esque magic potions, a couple of romances, tons of singing and dancing, and a wedding. When it comes to cheese, this movie had it in spades. Unfortunately, you have to slog through the first hour to get to the best part–the last 30 minutes.
The first hour is all about Harper Hutton, mother of the bride, and famous dancer. Her daughter, Mirabella, is getting married to someone she doesn’t think is appropriate (and based on his reputation as a playboy, she has a right to be worried), and she gets herself uninvited from the wedding. But that doesn’t stop Harper. She hops on a plane to Italy, where the wedding is to happen. Once in Italy, she chugs some youth serum–she took some random elixir that she found in her studio back in NY, which shaved a good 30 years off of her life, changing her from Jane Seymore to Baby Daddy’s Chelsea Kane. This, she sees as her ticket into the wedding because nobody will realize that she is this young woman, so she tells everyone that her name is Debbie and she is a distant cousin. The subtitle to the first hour should be The Ways In Which Harper Is A Bitch because as soon as she sets foot on Marco’s (the playboy groom, which now sounds like the title of some really cheesy Harlequin novel) estate (because not only is he a playboy, but he is also rich), she is out to destroy the wedding and Mirabella’s happiness.
It isn’t until Harper’s ex-husband Ryan shows up that the movie gets any good at all. It is obvious that he’s still in love with her (for what reason I have no idea) and that he’s mad at her for pretty much everything (and who can blame him?). He threatens to turn Harper in, so she slips him some of the youth serum, turning him into a gorgeous singing/dancing machine. The best part of the entire movie is when Harper and Ryan are dancing (and singing) to Usher’s DJ’s Got Us Falling in Love Again. This was the movie I thought I was watching.
From that part on, the movie was much better. Unfortunately, the last half hour does not make up for the first hour.