This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You wanna know what Whitney Houston’s big problem really is?
It’s not the drugs. It’s not the brushes with the law. It’s not the apparent anorexia or the cancelled gigs or the ill-conceived TV interviews or even her gigantic loser of a husband. All of that, folks could really care less about. But what you can’t forgive is the fact that she has obviously doesn’t care in the slightest anymore about her music, her career, her talent or her fans. That much is painfully obvious from her latest album Just Whitney, a boring, bland, musically bankrupt — and ironically soulless — collection of uninspired ballads (including a what-were-you-thinking cover of Debby Boone’s You Light Up My Life) that were hammered together by an assembly line of studio hacks and then topped off by vocals Whitney phoned in from the backseat of the limo. Unless and until Whitney decides to get her act together — either onstage or off — shelling out money for her albums will be just pointless.
