A film headlining Megan Fox should serve as a warning to anyone expecting a decent cinematic experience. Does anyone else feel the STDs emanating from that airbrushed sultry stare? Seeing how she handled the pseudo-witticisms provided by Diablo Cody seems like it would be an interesting way to spend an evening at the theatre, but make no mistake, there’s not much to see in Jennifer’s Body.
A follow up to Juno must seem a little daunting. Cody must have felt the pressure, and perhaps this is the reason she chose to take the route of a Sam Raimi film: a hilarious gore-filled romp. I wasn’t very impressed by Juno, so I’d like to blame the script for this mediocre film. But, as it turns out, the script for JB is actually pretty great. The blame, then, must fall to director Karyn Kusama (The L Word, Girlfight), who doesn’t show much vision, if any at all.
Jennifer is played by Fox, who is constantly confusing acting with acting slutty. Jennifer is the sexy girl in the school, the one who could get any guy. She, strangely, is paired with an unlikely BFF ‘Needy’ (Amanda Seyfried). Unlikely because if Jennifer embodies every high school cliche in the book, Needy is her antithesis. Seyfried has the acting chops to deliver, but seems to have been misled here, and spends most of her screen time crying and looking confused. The two live in a small town named Devil’s Kettle. Besides one being wicked hot, the two are normal teens, caught up in high school drama. At some point during the movie, Jennifer stops being ‘high school evil,’ and turns into something much worse: an undead man eater. That’s the most interesting part of the plot.
From then on, the film loses it’s direction, not fully succeeding as a comedy, or a horror film. Enormous plot holes aren’t easily ignored considering their garishness. Is it unfair of me to expect logic in a sci-fi horror film about the occult and demons? Perhaps. But in JB, it really rubs the viewer the wrong way. Cliches abound, and without solid filmmaking behind them to make them, at the very best, a guilty pleasure, JB just comes across as a big mess. The one redeeming quality is Ms. Cody’s distinct (if sometimes nonsensical) dialogue that provides the most enjoyment you’ll be able to pull from this two hours.