Just My Luck

Some people have all the luck. Those, for example, who are not required to sit through movies featuring McFly would appear to have an easier job than I do. Luckier still is Lindsay Lohan’s character in this teen rom-com. As she steps out from her apartment, the very clouds clear from the sky and taxis line up for her custom. Her impossibly glamorous job involves organising celebrity bashes. When she needs something to wear, Sarah Jessica Parker’s dry-cleaning is delivered by mistake.
When she shares a kiss with indistinguishable Hollywood him-bot Chris Pine, however, their destinies are exchanged. Unhappily, he’s a walking car-crash attempting to get McFly – here proclaimed ‘the hottest band in New York’ – a massive record deal. If you’ve caught even a glimpse of Trading Places or Maid To Order, you can work out what shenanigans lie ahead.
Clearly fashioned as a bridge for Ms. Lohan to cross over into movies for over-nines, Just My Luck maintains a ridiculously focus group line. To be fair, Ms. Lohan is a gifted physical comedienne. She’s charming and pretty, but on the evidence provided here, she desperately needs to broaden her range if she’s going to make it past child-stardom. Oh well. As her buddy Paris Hilton might point out, if you can’t make Grown Up movies there are always Adult ones.