Made at the height of the Spice Girls? fame, Spiceworld?s paper-thin plot finds the girls moving between a series of light excuses for a song, before arriving at the obligatory big concert at the end. It?s brainless stuff, of course, but the wise move here was to bring in a variety of names to help give the film a little more credence. Richard E Grant, for instance, works well as the band?s manager, and while you?d hardly say it?s the best film on the CVs of Roger Moore, Richard Briers or Alan Cumming, their presence does Spiceworld no harm.