If you're one of those people who likes nothing better than Hanna-Barbera cartoons made flesh, this will be right up your street. If, on the other hand, you've stopped wearing shorts, eating Space Dust and worshipping Johnny Ball, this'll bring back bad memories of Spiceworld and The Flintstones.
Of course, the film has its work cut out for it in the UK where Josie And The Pussycats is just a throwaway reference in Mike Myers' So I Married An Axe Murderer ("They make me horny/Saturday morny/girls in cartoons/will leave me in ruins").
The trouble is, its satirical target (the boy band, girl power melange that passes for modern music) is as easy to hit as an obese elephant. Sure there are a few nice barbs and parodies (an all-male ensemble called Dujour, cameo performances from MTV's Carson Daly and Kenneth 'Babyface' Edmonds). But there nothing here to rival 'The Rutles: All You Need Is Cash', This Is Spinal Tap or so-so hip-hop spoof CB4, for that matter.