Diablo Cody’s smart script for Juno was all but forgotten in the ensuing backlash against her stridently quirky personality, the backlash to the backlash that perceived the initial revolts as the posturing of hipsters crucifying one of their own, the backlash to the backlash to the backlash that said she was never good to begin with, etc. The point is that she’s proven she has a way with story, even when she’s a little too in love with how she makes it sound. (I guess there was an opening for a female Quentin Tarantino.)
Her new film, Jennifer’s Body, directed by Karyn Kusama, unfortunately stars Megan Fox as a cheerleader who turns out to be a vicious demon that feasts on the boys at her school. I say “unfortunately” because, loath as I am to agree with Michael Bay about anything, nobody knew or cared who Megan Fox was until he put her in 2007’s Transformers, and I don’t think he should ever be forgiven for inflicting on the American people the existence of a performer — I won’t call her an actress — whose stilted line readings rank her among the most vapid humans ever to walk the silver screen and whose deadened facial expressions suggest some horrid combination of plastic surgery and learning impairment.
Making matters worse for Cody, Kusama’s limited credits also include Aeon Flux. The only way this thing is getting saved is if the script is up to snuff, and from the looks of the new red-band trailer, it might be. And of course the presence of Amanda Seyfried is always welcome.