Hearts and flowers.

This is Me... Now & The Greatest Love Story Never Told — 2/5

Look, this thing is more boring than it is bad. The music videos could easily find a home in 2002, and there's fun in that. The documentary paints her as vulnerable... and she is! As all great art accomplishes, it reveals her. It's just that what it reveals is someone who can't read the room. She's genuine, and I'm trying to figure out if I should attach "phony" at the end of that. I don't think so. I think she's a cringe-monster. If style is what you do with what you don't have, then J Lo is what happens when you have everything but taste. I'm going to break with Sontag, and define camp as something that is only achieved through lack of intention. Camp is effort without taste, that comes back around to being good because of its blatant inability combined with its over-reach forming something new and interesting. It's the other side of punk rock. If punk rock is feeling without ability, then camp is force without ability. (Force without feeling?) It's trying hard; to say something, but having nothing to say. This is camp. Boring camp, but camp.