Fridae

It's just Lindsay Lohan's luck that she picked such a bad, bad
script this time. After all, she was sensational in Freaky Friday
and Mean Girls. And she's not a bad singer at all. But
Just My Luck is possibly the worst thing she has ever done
in her career.

Lindsay plays a golden girl who has everything going for her: great
job, great apartment and great taste in clothes. Everyone tells
her that she was born lucky. On the other hand, Chris Pine is the
kinda guy who does everything wrong. He gets wet in every rainstorm,
falls into every manhole and slips on every banana peel.

But at a masked ball, the two meet and end up kissing so hard that
— whaddayano — their fates switch. He suddenly becomes
the luckiest bastard in town as he gets picked to be the protege
of a music mogul, while she loses her job, her apartment and her
droolworthy wardrobe.

Although the plot is ridiculous, a good director can sometimes
save the movie. Unfortunately, a good director Donald Petrie (How
to Lose a Guy in Ten Days) is not. He allows the pace to sag
and the gags to look so silly and contrived that Just My Luck
ends up being an even worse film than Scary Movie 4.