Expected more

The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

New Jersey has often been touted as the butthole of the east coast, but in recent years it's gained a massive resurgence due mainly to the MTV reality show Jersey Shore, which highlighted several early twenties youths from the garden state whose national pastime consists of pumping iron, doing laundry and getting tanned. And lots of sex, tons of sex. Now this version of Jersey follows a mother and daughter who own a beauty salon (the Gatsby) and their illogical team of hairstylists and nail professionals. Why is it that i cannot look away, it's like watching someone feed applesauce to a beached whale with a huge spoon. Over the top makeup, super tight, super skimpy, high-heeled, fake nailed, fake tanned, fake titties, fake personalities and fake boobs, oh wait i already mentioned that. In one episode sometimes lead make-up artist Olivia contemplates getting her boobs done because shes sick of stuffing chicken cutlets into her bra (Gorden Ramsey would shut her down in two seconds) and in some kind of divine intervention she breaks down, and falls back on the flimsy false truth of her stuffed basket, decides not to get the surgery. You know all these woman are naturally beautiful, they wouldn't have to do much at all to hi-lite their looks, but instead every woman on this show looks like a cross between C C Deville and any member of Faster Pussycat! Really they all look like drag queens and or eighties glam metal rejects. I give the show nine stars due to the head scratching effect of all these catty, superficial hags.