Written by: Susan Granger
www.susangranger.com

Although Lindsay Lohan is the teen pixie queen du jour, she's a loser this time ‘round - unless, perhaps, you happen to be, like, a 13 year-old girl.

Glamorous Ashley Albright (that's Lohan) may just be the luckiest publicist in New York. When she leaves her posh apartment, the sun shines down on her. Cabs pull over so she can hop in to join her giggly girlfriends (Bree Turner, Samaire Armstrong). When paper sticks to her shoe, it turns out to be money. And she never has a bad hair day.

Bowling-alley janitor and wannabe music manager Jake Hardin (Chris Pine) is her polar opposite, someone to whom the worst always happens. But when this unlikely pair kiss at a lavish Downtown Records masquerade ball (filmed in pre-Katrina New Orleans) apparently they swap karmas.

Suddenly Jake's fortunes change - he lands a lucrative contract for his Brit pop rock quartet, McFly - while Ashley discovers the catastrophic meaning of incompetence and idiocy, landing her in jail.

While Marlene King and Amy B Harris' script is, admittedly, as cliché-filled and predictable as a TV sit-com, as is the contrived direction from Donald Petrie ("How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days," "Miss Congeniality"), Lindsay Lohan handled this kind of perky pratfall material so much better in "Freaky Friday," back when she was a freckle-faced ‘tween with titan red hair. In addition, despite copious amounts of skin bronzer, she simply looks dissipated.

On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, "Just My Luck" is a forgettable, featherweight 4. Let's hope Lohan's luck improves with Robert Altman's "Prairie Home Companion," due in theaters next month.