It’s telling that when Lavigne stops to take a Polaroid of her posse of expressionless Japanese slave-dancers.
Avril Lavigne is ultimately a handful of watered-down genre tropes trotted out seemingly because they’re on trend.
It’s ultimately on Lavigne’s slight shoulders that Goodbye Lullaby is such a strident, ineffectual attempt at a serious pop record.
In the latest issue of Q magazine, Avril Lavigne submitted an inane list of her “Ten Commandments.”
At least when Avril’s being bratty it’s minimally entertaining.
Richard Linklater isn’t adept at seeing multiple narratives through to their various plausible conclusions.
Richard Linklater does an admirable job of shoehorning in as much of the sprawling nonfiction narrative as he can.
The film timidly lands on an underdeveloped middle ground between skewering and embracing mass-market consumerism.
While the hooks here are undeniable, Avril’s lyrics are often vague or archetypical.
Generation Y likes to play dress up.