The plot: A mad scientist (Gant) has cloned the six perky S Clubbers and left the originals stranded in Barcelona while the clones go on stage for them in L.A. Using a little resourcefulness and a lot of luck, the originals get to L.A. and figure out what's going on. Hijinks ensue as some of them swap places with the clones to figure out what's happening ... and then all 12 of them work together to escape the baddie.

Not only is the story bone-crushingly weak, but the filmmakers never inject any lively goofiness to make it entertainingly silly. It just crawls across the screen, getting bogged down in its own belaboured nonsense, sputtering out altogether then trying to revive itself with a clumsily staged action sequence. There are only two big musical numbers (not nearly enough), the whole thing is obviously filmed in Spain (with second unit footage from L.A. edited in), and the crowd of clones at the end only vaguely resemble the celebrities they're supposed to be (except for Gates, who gamely makes fun of himself, and Gant, who looks creepily like Christopher Lee, although that joke is never used). The band members themselves are sparky and funny, even if the four girls are virtually interchangeable (OK, Hannah is the dippy Baby Spice character, while Jo is the sardonic Ginger Spice, and apparently the only one who can actually sing). The whole thing is just so ineptly made that it's hard to imagine anyone really enjoying it ... besides die-hard fans who quite obviously will watch just about anything.