Pity the poor Backstreet Boys: Though it hit first and hit hard, the Orlando-based boy band has been playing catch-up with hometown rival 'N Sync since well before the new millennium. The process continues with Olive Juice, a vehicle for Backstreet sister Leighanne Littrell—whose brother Brian serves as a musical coordinator and pops up alongside fellow Backstreeter A.J. McLean—that bears the indignity of getting the direct-to-video treatment, even as the 'N Sync-propelled On The Line receives a theatrical release. A thoroughly convincing jeremiad against nepotism masquerading as a lightweight romantic comedy, Olive Juice stars floppy-haired, charisma-impaired James Berlau as a Joey Lawrence lookalike with the grating overeagerness of a bad stand-up comic, and a habit of using his position as a pet-store owner to scout out potential sexual conquests. While prowling for his next lay at work one lazy afternoon, Berlau meets workaholic animal lover Leighanne Littrell, whose plastic, impersonal, game-show-model good looks immediately strike his fancy. Her engagement would seem to present a problem for their budding relationship, but thankfully, Littrell is engaged to the sort of cellular-phone-sporting, sports-metaphor-using cad who gets the girl in these sorts of films about as often as the Washington Generals beat the Harlem Globetrotters. Seemingly designed for people who become violently disoriented when subjected to more than one camera set-up per minute, Olive Juice boasts a stunningly amateurish visual style that makes Kevin Smith look like Darren Aronofsky on a crystal-meth jag. A formulaic, lazily written, opportunistic romantic comedy would be bad enough, but Olive Juice is so incompetent, it can't even get the formula right. Littrell and Berlau are recognizable romantic-comedy archetypes, but they're the wrong ones: It's as if the asshole best friend and the beautiful-but-shallow romantic rival were forced to step into romantic-lead duty after the film's real protagonists fell ill. Fans of boy bands have long demonstrated a remarkable ability to consume just about anything, but Olive Juice should disappoint even the least demanding O-Town fan-site proprietor.