Cinderella review: Amazon and James Corden have made a #Girlboss princess movie only a voracious capitalist could love

Get our free weekly email for all the latest cinematic news from our film critic Clarisse Loughrey Get our The Life Cinematic email for free Get our The Life Cinematic email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. And, despite this film positioning Cinderella as an aspiring fashion designer, is there a reason its gowns look like copyright-dodging Halloween costumes based on Disney’s 2015 adaptation starring Lily James? It’s the myopic “girlboss” ideology down to a tee, and it drenches every inch of this film in calculated cynicism – which might not be all that much of a surprise considering its writer-director, Kay Cannon, adapted the 2014 memoir that first originated the term into a short-lived Netflix series. Cabello herself is perfectly capable of delivering the relatable, upbeat princess routine – and has a sweet, poppy voice to match – but Cannon’s film doesn’t really know what to do with a pop star whose public image consists of little more than a few catchy singles and an obsession over her dating life. In fact, the only actors who don’t seem content to settle into autopilot are the film’s own King and Queen, Pierce Brosnan and Minnie Driver – the former sporting some magnificent musketeer whiskers.