We honestly expected a bit more from the socialite-DJ-actress-model-whateverer. The Auto-tuned-out “Come Alive,” unlike Hilton, goes absolutely nowhere, its payoff buried deep within the track and even then it’s a limp-ass reward. It doesn’t take much to pen a trance-y electro-pop hit these days, and Hilton should be able to afford better writers and producers.
This is a bored handjob of a pop song.
So we issue the challenge: Can you watch it all the way through? There’s a cookie and a shower in it for the victors.