The Lindsay Lohan-starring 'Just My Luck' is a wannabe romantic comedy that hits neither target. Full of lazy sight gags and predictable jokes, there's little chemistry between Lohan and rent-a-prettyboy-co-star Chris Pine in this depressing celebration of consumerism at its very worst.

Labelled the "luckiest person in the world" by her friends Maggie (Armstrong) and Dana (Turner), Manhattan socialite Ashley Albright has the filmmaker's idea of a teen fairytale: a spacious Fifth Avenue apartment, stuffed with designer clothes and shoes; a dream job at a public relations company where she gets to plan parties all day; a date with a rich bachelor who whisks her off in his private jet. The bespectacled - but obviously cute - Jake Hardin (Pine), on the other hand, is her exact opposite. A bedraggled loser who always manages to step in the nearest puddle, he spends the first section of the film struggling to promote an "undiscovered" Brit band called McFly.

A kiss is enough to change both their fortunes. After a disguised Jake manages to blag his way into a party organised by Ashley, a spot of tonsil-hockey on the dance floor and he's shunted to the top of the world - no more glasses, neat clothes, a great new apartment and a deal for the band. Meanwhile, deserted by her luck, smug, self-satisfied Ashley loses all the things that make her life complete - you know, important stuff like clothes, that apartment and her job. Obviously her only option is to hunt Jake down and see if she can reverse the spell.

It's a thin premise to start with and, by the time it's stretched over the too-long 103-minute running time, the holes are large enough for the characters to fall into on one of their many pratfalls. Lohan is no stranger to life-swap films - remember 1988's 'The Parent Trap' (she trades places with her identical twin sister) and 2003's entertaining 'Freaky Friday' (switches bodies with her onscreen mother)? - but here she's scraping the bottom of a very boring and morally dubious barrel. Success is equated with having the right outfit, the appropriate credit card and an ability to always match three on lottery scratch cards. It's materialism all the way and the writers didn't even have the decency to disguise it with a sharp script. Give yourself a lucky break and avoid.

Caroline Hennessy