Jennifer's Body

This horror vehicle from screenwriter Diablo Cody is neither as awful as early reviews had led me to believe, or as good as her previous effort Juno.

The film tries to be a pastiche of horror, comedy, and high school teen flick, and it fails on all counts.
Megan Fox is a bad girl gone really bad, who must east boys to survive and maintain her rosy glow.
Watching this film I came up with what I call the "Terminator Equation."
Any film starring Megan Fox should give her no more lines than Arnold Schwarzenegger had in the original Terminator. As a diabolical largely silent object, Fox may be able to find someway to scare and maintain her allure. But when called on to say dialogue, she poses and preens and says every line with a minimum of effort and a maximum of confusion.
At one point she tells a boy she'll text him her address, and she looks lost and confused. As though the concepts were alien to her and she couldn't fathom what an address was much less why one would text something like that.
You need a pop culture encyclopedia to keep up with Cody's slang. But unlike in Juno, where it seemed organic to the character and the situation, here it seems like an affectation that grows more annoying as the films interminable running time drags on.

"Jennifer's Body:" C-