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After winning over audiences as a rough-and-tumble gal in comedies like Mean Girls and Freaky Friday, Lindsay Lohan slips up with Just My Luck. Few romantic heroines could be as annoyingly smug as Ashley who's had everything handed to her on a silver platter. That's until she crosses paths with hard-luck hunk Jake (Chris Pine), but director Donald Petrie takes such a meandering approach to a predictable story that by this stage destiny will be pointing you to the exit.

It takes a yawningly long time for Petrie just to set up the premise. We see Ashley catching cabs at the drop of a hat, scratching winning lotto cards and landing a promotion at work. It's all so gosh-darn great and incredibly dull to watch. In between there are snippets of Jake accidentally dropping his trousers, tripping up and sticking his hand in doggy-doo. The biggest tragedy for Pine is that it's so unfunny. Finally the two meet, swap spit and exchange luck quotients.

"MEANDERING AND PREDICTABLE"

For Ashley, misfortune means falling over in a spot of mud, a mild electric shock and being nursed back to health by the love of her life. That's hardly enough to worry the dry cleaners let alone The Samaritans Hotline and, despite Lohan's best efforts, Petrie just cannot sustain it for 100 minutes. He slows the story down even more by showcasing pop band McFly who struggle to crack the US market with Jake as their manager. It's blatant product placement in a film full of grating contrivances. Make your own luck and skip this twaddle.