Watching Justin Timberlake perform with the former members of N'Sync creates a strange psychic disconnect. It's impossible to separate the stage-managed smiles--the apparent unbridled joy in the room--from the rank animus that must fuel it. Despite the pageantry (because of the pageantry!), there are two unspoken but inescapable facets of the production: (1) the other members of N'Sync must hate Justin Timberlake's guts for being so successful without them and (2) they're still so desperate for one more taste of fame or must need the money so badly (or more likely both) that they're willing to share the stage with him anyway. It's a weird show.