Jennifer's Body

Jennifer’s Body
Megan Fox, Amanda Seyfried, Johnny Simmons
Karyn Kusama

I literally came home from this movie, heated up some dinner, and jumped online to write. Before continuing with this review, though, I have a disclaimer: when you go to see this movie, you need to leave your pretentiousness behind. This movie isn’t for self-proclaimed intelligence, so before passing through those big gold theatre doors you need to put away your predispositions, stop waiting for something philosophical to burst from Megan Fox’s impeccable lips or for her to stoop to her one-lined ridiculousness that embodies the Transformers franchise and relax for Diablo Cody’s modern humour. I won’t give much away (because there isn’t that much you need to understand before seeing this movie except that Megan Fox does her typical role of sexy vixen and Amanda Seyfried hers as “best friend”), but only that I left this movie incredibly refreshed and satisfied. The undertone of social commentary and quick wit makes this movie a gem that a lot will overlook. Even as leaving this movie, I ran into someone I know who told me how much they hated it, and add that to the tens of thousands of people who laughed or rolled their eyes when I told them I was seeing this, and you’ll have the assumption that this movie isn’t much. But trust me, it is. It makes a lot of points about the possessiveness of teenage female friendships and how desperate girls are to be beautiful and perfect and desired. Nevertheless, be prepared for the Megan Fox boyshort-shots and lesbian references; however, this impressively stupid facade covers a great movie that will, at least, be a cult classic in the years to come.
I give this nine vagenises.
The Goods: good social points and a great sense of humour.
The Bads: Megan Fox doesn’t really stretch her overall persona for movies, and the overdose of sex will ultimately cause a lot to overlook the core points.