There is a way to put a little post-modern edge on a cheesy series from the childhood of today's 20-somethings. But that requires a wit and complexity that is far beyond the folks who put JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS together. Their idea of making it appealing to teenagers is to have one character explain that she is there "because I'm in the comic book!" and to make the band's name into a double entendre. And the half-hearted lesson about the importance of thinking for yourself and the evils of the military-industrial complex are smirkingly undercut with the greatest cacophony of product placement in the history of the movies. There are issues of Vogue with less advertising than we have to watch in this movie.

There are a couple of funny jokes, especially when Fiona explains what happens to pop stars who don't go along with her plans (they end up on VH1's "Behind the Music") and when Tara Reid's real-life fiancé, MTV-hunk Carson Daly, chases her around a set trying to kill her. Posey and Cummings are always watchable. And the music is surprisingly good, well-produced and catchy. But the Pussycats are dreary, especially the lackluster Cook. We know Reid can do better, but with the thankless task of appearing as a girl so dumb that she sings "If You're Happy and You Know It" in the shower, dropping the soap every time she claps her hands, she has an impossible task.