Film >Just My Luck
If a film has two credited writers, that’s not necessarily a red flag. But three can be a little suspect, and four, well — let’s just say you’d better release your film in February when nobody’s paying attention. But five? That’s how many brilliant minds it took — one more than Surviving Christmas — to concoct Just My Luck, an amazingly unfunny “comedy” vehicle for Lindsay Lohan to do her Freaky Friday thing again. She plays Ashley, a carefree, perpetually lucky winner who, as a fortuneteller’s fate has it, locks lips with a constantly unlucky loser (Chris Pine, a sensitive Rivers Cuomo type) and transfers her good fortune to him. Likewise, she catches his lousy karma. How wacky! Not merely regurgitating jokes from only slightly superior trading-places comedies, those five writers throw in a caricature of a record executive (Faizon Love) and a shitty emo band called McFly (ironic ’80s reference alert!). It only increases the hemorrhaging already caused by having to watch Lohan, who’s never been more unappealing.