God, this thing wears thin fast.
Just My Luck involves Ashley (Lindsay Lohan), a fashionable Manhattan career girl who has everything go her way and Jake, a guy who does something involving music and who seems to be perenially cursed with awful luck. When the two inadvertently cross paths at a masquerade party and kiss, they switch luck . This leads Ashley to take up a desperate hunt for Jake as she gets fired, goes to prison, and nearly electrocutes herself in the few short hours after they switch luck.
The concept of “luck-switching” is boring enough, but to stretch it out for hours is maddening. I swear that the word “luck” has to be repeated enough time for it to be drilled into your brain with a Pavlovian response indicating pain. Not only is it boring and tedious, but the general overall feel of the film doesn’t even feel romantic – and it’s supposed to be a romantic comedy, for goodness sakes.
Lindsay Lohan does not do her best here. She’s mechanical and robotic at times, something which is odd considering the fact that she ought to be holding her own and then some. Given the subject matter, this is Lohan’s previous bread-and-butter; a family-friendly comedy with a bit of romance and quirk. In some regards, this is charted, simple territory for her. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and Freaky Friday were similar roles in Lohan’s repertoire. The performance she gave in Mean Girls indicates she’s far better than what she gives here, which is supposed to be a lucky but unappreciative career girl who learns the true meaning of being grateful for what you have. Lohan, however, can’t even sell you that Ashley is appreciative for her luck, let alone capable of giving it all up for twoo-wuv.
Let’s hope Chris Pine isn’t as instantly forgettable in Star Trek as he is here.
There are some “what-if” premises that just can’t be stretched into a feature length movie without being exhausting and full of mediocrity and tedium for the viewer. Just My Luck started out as one of those premises.
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I am a sucker for Lindsay Lohan in whatever role she plays, even ridiculous messes like “I Know Who Killed Me”. It doesn’t really bother me that she’s a ridiculous mess in real life.
That movie poster, though… good lord, that’s awful.
Whoa I didn’t know Chris Pine was in such a god awful movie. He got a lot better by Star Trex.