Yawn.
I’m not a horror aficionado and even I didn’t find anything new or interesting in Jennifer’s Body.
The hype that this female screenwriter and female director were providing a feminist revisionist take on the genre turns out to be an unfulfilled promise. Despite its unsubtleties, the male-written and -directed Teeth had much more, well, teeth in its gender-avenging role-reversal.
Even the film’s half-baked commentary on community behavior after traumatic events like Columbine and 9/11 is never followed through — even unsatisfactorily.
The best thing about Diablo Cody’s script is that, while not exactly kept to a minimum, there are admittedly fewer Junoisms than in Juno. Although this is an improvement quantitatively, it is qualitatively worse because now it sticks out like a sore thumb whenever a character says that something is “freaktarded” or tells someone to “get over it and MoveOn.org”. The most amusing character turns out to be Adam Brody as the lead singer of a success-obsessed emo band.
Any Eventuality 