Run time: 103 mins
In Theaters: Friday 12th May 2006
Box Office USA: $17.2M
Box Office Worldwide: $17.3M
Distributed by: 20th Century Fox
Production compaines: Regency Enterprises, 20th Century Fox
Contactmusic.com: 1.5 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 13%
Fresh: 14 Rotten: 95
IMDB: 5.3 / 10
Director: Donald Petrie
Screenwriter: I. Marlene King, Amy B. Harris
Starring: Lindsay Lohan as Ashley Albright, Samaire Armstrong as Maggie, Chris Pine as Jake Hardin, Missi Pyle as Peggy Braden, Makenzie Vega as Katy, Bree Turner as Dana, Faizon Love as Damon Phillips, Danny Jones as Himself - McFly Band Member, Tom Fletcher as Himself - McFly Band Member, Carlos Ponce as Antonio, Harry Judd as Himself - McFly Band Member, Dougie Poynter as Himself - McFly Band Member, Tovah Feldshuh as Madame Z, Dane Rhodes as Mac, Jaqueline Fleming as Tiffany, Ira Hawkins as Doorman Oscar, J.C. Sealy as Aunt Martha, Mikki Val as Tough Jailbird, Marcus Hester as Tom Gilpin, Ameer Baraka as Phillips Minion, Hannah Tointon as Concert Goer
My job will become that much harder if the 19-year-old keeps appearing in fare like Just My Luck. Lohan stars as a P.R. agent living a life in which good luck sticks to her like dandruff. Give her a lottery ticket to scratch, she'll win something. One elevator door closes; another one opens. Meanwhile, elsewhere in New York City, a young music promoter (Chris Pine) has nothing but bad luck, which we find out courtesy of a drawn-out sequence.
Through fate, the comely professional and the hunky, struggling businessman meet at the masquerade ball she's organized. Their eyes meet, they dance among the strobe lights and glitterati, and they kiss. It's a magical kiss because her luck suddenly turns awful; he suffers the opposite effect. For her, this cannot stand, so she goes on a mission to find the masked man whose kiss turned her life upside down.
In the hands of director Daniel Petrie (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and two screenwriters (plus three more credited with the story), a breezy romantic comedy of mistaken identity and happenstance becomes a witless, leaden affair. Pine and Lohan negotiating their change in fortune is discarded in favor of lame, never-ending bits. Oh, wait, here's Lohan kissing random dudes; that can't go well! Get ready to watch her operate a floor waxer wearing high heels! By the time Lohan unloads a box of laundry detergent in the washing machine, you wonder if Petrie and his crew of scribes are working from a collection of I Love Lucy scripts, or if a frontal lobotomy was part of the smooch's power.
The reliance on lame slapstick is odd, since a) it saps any romantic ambiance and b) it doesn't give a chance for the star-crossed lovers to build personalities that fit each other. The movie is a schizophrenic mess, with Lohan playing a career-minded woman with an active love life, despite the script's teenage tendencies (no booze, no sex, just great clothes and kisses). It feels like she's playing dress-up. And that's Lindsay Lohan's dilemma. She's growing up in the multiplex, and Just My Luck marks another awkward point in her maturation as an actress, and another reason for moviegoers to (perhaps unfairly) deride her.
Ow, my eye.