Picks and Pans Review: Just My Luck

updated 05/29/2006 AT 01:00 AM EDT

originally published 05/29/2006 AT 01:00 AM EDT

Lindsay Lohan, Chris Pine


Lohan has reached an awkward age for a movie star. She's 19: not quite grown up yet fast edging out of her teens. Just My Luck, a labored comedy tailored to showcase the ample comic skills Lohan displayed in Freaky Friday and Mean Girls, simply ignores the problem. Her character's age is never specified, though it would seem she's somewhere in her early to mid-20s.

Luck is essentially an updated Doris Day movie—and just as chaste. Ashley Albright (Lohan) lives on her own in a fantabulous Fifth Avenue apartment in Manhattan, presumably paying for it with her salary as a lowly assistant at a ritzy P.R. firm. All her life she has been preternaturally lucky, that is until she kisses a handsome stranger (Pine) and—presto change-o—he suddenly becomes Mr. Lucky and she turns into Little Miss Misfortune. Her mission: to find him and kiss him, thereby regaining her luck.

It's a cardboard-thin plot boasting no real laughs. Lohan is trying her hardest to be wacky and the strain shows. Hers are mighty slight shoulders upon which to dump the entire weight of a movie. (PG-13)
[1.5 stars]

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