The Razzie Goes To...

But the story goes downhill from there. Major plot points are skimmed over and no explanation is offered for Cristabel and June’s bizarre friendship.

What little characterisation there is leaves us unable to really root for anyone. Cristabel behaves like a spoilt tart turned tease, while Nate is alternately shallow and harebrained in his schemes to get the object of his affection into bed.

June may be the unintended victim of Nate and Cristabel’s games, but by the film’s conclusion I cared as little about the outcome as the characters seemed to.

The make-up effort to render Lakin repulsive is admirable – June’s afflictions include being a balding, spotty, warty, hairy brunette – but this sight to behold only makes her transformation into a ‘hottie’ herself somewhat unbelievable.

This is a predictable, contrived and wholly pointless film that only reveals the true depths of Hilton’s self-delusion. For Paris obsessives only.