I really doubt that a 2003 movie marketed to 12-year-old girls requires spoiler space here, but I just saw the JLC/Lindsay Lohan "Freaky Friday" on PPV and hereby adjudge it Freaky. Thanks, vodka!
Observations:
- A sullen age 15 rock grrrl would not deride the White Stripes for not having a bassist. She might, if anything, deride them for not having a drummer.
A sullen age 15 rock grrrl waking up in Jamie Lee Curtis's body would not go shopping. She would go cougar all over Motorcycle Boy's ass and hump his brains out.
I think I might actually let Mark Harmon buy me a drink. If he then wants to fuck me in the ass, I would consider it, especially if it would favorably affect my draft status.
One of the immutable laws of Hollywood is that Chinese women are inscrutable. If they're not casting spells or making potions, they're fucking up your laundry gig by telling people it's Calgon.
str8 was right. Lindsay Lohan beats Hillary Duff with a stick. (Attention str8: I would pay to see this.)
The bassist chick was a dead fucking ringer for a Heathers-era Winona Ryder, with just a touch of Ricci thrown in. Spooky.
I stand by my wife's assessment that this movie will be remade
ad infinitum, ad nauseum, ad astra per aspera. You just need one good pre- to mid-teen actress in each generation. Mark my words.
