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  • On How Tess and Anna Made Jake a Fetishist in Freaky Friday

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    With Disney clearly letting its hair down with just how “freaky” Freakier Friday can be, the laxity of what constitutes “family-friendly” “fun” has further increased in the years since the 2003 version of Freaky Friday was released. A movie that already pushed some boundaries on “appropriateness” levels…at least by erstwhile “Disney standards.” Granted, Disney is also known for having “hidden” sex messages/jokes in its movies—and no, not just in the clouds of The Lion King. But the upping of the ante on Jake Austin (Chad Michael Murray) being a total fetishist for older women in general, but Tess Coleman (Jamie Lee Curtis) in particular, has seen the company reach a new height of “open perversion.” Though, to be fair to Jake, it’s not his fault he started falling for Anna Coleman (Lindsay Lohan) right at the time when her mother, Tess Coleman (Jamie Lee Curtis), took up residence inside her body.

    What’s more, it seemed that, within the universe of the movie, Jake being attracted to Anna is almost as scandalous as him being attracted to her mother, with comments on Anna being too young for Jake getting made a few times. And it’s true, when Lohan was playing fifteen-year-old Anna, she was sixteen. When Murray was playing presumably eighteen-year-old Jake, he was twenty-one. So yes, any way you slice it, Tess-as-Anna isn’t wrong, from a legal standpoint, when she tells Jake, “Truth be told, you’re way too old for me.” But, at that time—circa ‘02 (when Freaky Friday was actually filmed), it wasn’t unusual in the least to cast much older actors still feigning being younger as romantic interests for teen girls. To boot, Lohan herself would start dating then twenty-four-year-old Wilmer Valderrama when she was still seventeen. The relationship only lasted six months, but it still landed her a guest spot on That ‘70s Show as Danielle, Fez’s (Valderrama) short-lived girlfriend. So Murray, at twenty-one playing eighteen (his presumptive age, for that’s what he would have to be in order to so freely lust after Tess), is hardly as offensive as Valderrama at twenty-four dating Lohan. However, what is “offensive” to most, particularly in a culture that abhors when a woman “dares” to act like a man, is a forty-four-year-old (Curtis’ age at the time of filming) “encouraging” a twenty-one-year-old-playing-an-eighteen-year-old in his amorous ideas about her. 

    Then again, it seems many people—of all ages—still have amorous ideas about the now sixty-six-year-old Curtis, who recently did a TikTok “ad” for the movie in which her “low-cut top,” as it’s being described, caused more than a few double takes (at those “double Ds,” to wield the finishing line to “double take” that everyone else was thinking). Not to mention Curtis’ suggestive sentence structure: “You’re going to join with a big group of people who are finding something really sweet at the end of the summer to remind them what it is to be alive. I’m just privileged that I get to take you on the ride.” Said by someone not showcasing their rack, the sentiment might not feel so innuendo-laden. And so, it’s yet another strike in the column against Disney being “family friendly” with Freakier Friday. Though the main one is that Jake, now all grown up (or even more grown up than he seemed before), has apparently developed a fetish for much older women. Something that, needless to say, began with the mind fuck of being super into Anna while he thought she was Tess.

    Indeed, Anna did herself a terrible disservice in Freaky Friday by not trying harder to act more like a dull, oppressive adult. More specifically, with the stick-up-her-ass vibe that Tess has. Instead, she makes Tess look “edgy,” “cool”—millennial. Worse still, she talks all about her musical tastes, which just so happen to align with Jake’s. This making him perhaps hardest of all during a scene when he’s apparently able to kick back and chill in the coffee shop where he works once Anna-as-Tess walks in. At one of the tables, the two discuss the bands they like (Ramones) and the ones they don’t (The White Stripes—and yes, not liking said band is a controversial opinion). And then, as they’re having their “moment,” a Bowling for Soup cover of Britney Spears’ “…Baby One More Time” comes on over the speakers of the cafe. When this happens, Anna-as-Tess really imprints (sexually imprints, if you will) on Jake as the two start singing the lyrics, “When I’m not with you I lose my mind/Give me a sign/Hit me baby one more time.” 

    Catching herself in this intense flirtation, Anna-as-Tess realizes she has to get the fuck out of there before she really does end up doing something lewd with Jake while still in her mother’s body. But it’s too late; the effect it creates leaves Jake absolutely hooked on the woman he thinks is Tess, running after her to tell her, “I don’t know what’s going on here, okay? I don’t know what this whole thing is, all right? I just…I feel like I know you.” As a matter of fact, he does. It’s the same girl he was initially drawn to at the beginning of the movie, when she was still Anna in her own body.

    Alas, when it comes to Anna effectively ruining her eventual romance with Jake by using all her best lines on him as Tess, perhaps she’s ultimately the one to blame for ruining Jake forever. As viewers see in Freakier Friday. For, despite Jake being an adult who seems pretty put together in that he managed to turn his musical passions into owning a record store, The Record Parlour (in real life, it’s a different Chad who owns the store: Chadwick Hemus), the instant he clocks Tess hiding out on the floor behind one of the shelves, all those lustful feelings come flooding back. And naturally, a Britney reference is again made during this scene, with Tess holding Spears’ In the Zone (because …Baby One More Time would have been too played?) album in front of her face as a means of “camouflage.”

    The irony, of course, is that, once again, the woman that Jake thinks he’s talking to is not Tess at all. This time, it’s her soon-to-be granddaughter-in-law, Lily Reyes (Sophia Hammons), who has found herself trapped in this body. And, like Anna before her, she has an amply ageist reaction to seeing what she now looks like in the mirror. For, where Anna said Tess looked like “the Crypt Keeper,” Lily appraises her new “aesthetic” as follows: “My face looks like a Birkin bag that’s been left out in the sun to rot!” However, Jake doesn’t seem to think so. More attracted than ever to “the one that got away.” And it can be assumed that perhaps his ongoing, lingering attraction to Tess is at least part of what led to a breakup between him and Anna back in the day, with Anna subsequently getting pregnant at twenty-two and making an evidently big deal about raising her daughter, Harper (Julia Butters), on her own. But also with the help of Tess, who has now taken some of her therapy services to podcasting. This likely being further proof to Jake that she’s so “with it” for someone her age. 

    Besides that, he already appeared to develop an aversion to any woman younger than him in Freaky Friday when, while Tess is in Anna’s body, she acts so stodgy and demanding that it leads Jake to the conclusion, “I think you’re right. You’re too young for me.” With Tess, on the other hand, it seems like his mantra is, “The older she gets, the better.” But since she still has no interest in making him her boy toy in the sequel, Jake has to do arguably the freakiest thing of all in the movie: settle for an older woman who looks like Tess…the way Anna made her look in 2003. Talk about a highly specific kink. And a highly scandalous sexual hang-up to appear in a Disney movie.

    Then again, maybe it’s proof that, despite the movie coming out during yet another Republican presidency, things have managed to get slightly more progressive. Or is “uncomfortably weird” the more accurate phrase? One supposes it depends on the level of fetishism the viewer himself has for Tess Coleman, ergo Jamie Lee Curtis. 

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Freakier Friday: A Mélange of Lindsay Lohan’s “Greatest Hits” (The Parent Trap, Freaky Friday and Mean Girls)

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    Because there was no way Lindsay Lohan was ever going to crawl out of the depths of the toilet into which her career descended after the 2000s, a sequel to Freaky Friday was probably inevitable after her trio of Netflix movies failed to truly relaunch her as a “star” (stop trying to make “Lohanaissance” happen). And since Jamie Lee Curtis has always had a kind heart, she was fully on board with the project. One that came about right as a certain capitalization on “millennial nostalgia” was part of the motivation behind what could get “new” content greenlit (see also: the forthcoming The Devil Wears Prada 2 or even Shrek 5). What’s more, because Lohan performed “favorably enough” in her Netflix films (which, to be clear, are all absolute shite, with Irish Wish taking the cake), it seemed that Hollywood was ready to take a chance on her in a more legitimate way again: the studio movie. 

    And, considering that Lohan has such a history with Disney Studios, who better than that entity to give her the opportunity to be in a “right proper” movie as the lead for the first time in eighteen years. For, in all honesty, Lohan hasn’t been in a major studio movie as the star since 2007’s Georgia Rule, which was the first time when her party life really started to affect her professional life in that the producer of the movie, James G. Robinson, actually had to write Lohan a letter telling her what a fuck-up she was and that she needed to get it together for the sake of the production. Among the highlights of that letter were the accusations that Lohan “acted like a spoiled child” and had “frequently failed to arrive on time to set.” (Perhaps just another way in which she wanted to channel Marilyn Monroe.) These latenesses or full-stop absences were due to, per Lohan and her representatives, “not feeling well.” Something Robinson addressed in the letter by saying he was “well aware that your ongoing all night heavy partying is the real reason for your so-called ‘exhaustion.’”

    So yes, 2007 was not only a bad year for Britney, career image-wise, but also for Lohan. Indeed, it’s no secret that part of Freakier Friday’s cachet is a desire to see someone who was so trashed and hounded by the media in the 00s come back from the trauma of it all. Since it’s apparent that Britney really didn’t. Though it can be said Lohan’s former frenemy (and part of the trio in the car that night in 2006 that launched a thousand headlines and memes), Paris Hilton, has been vindicated in the last decade as well. In large part, thanks to a rebrand that essentially sought to erase her 00s image of being a vacuous (and racist/homophobic) party girl. 

    In Lohan’s case, however, there hasn’t been a rebrand, so much as a constant return to the movies that made her famous in the first place (even Irish Wish had callbacks to Freaky Friday and Mean Girls)—extending to her nonstop and inexplicable wealth of endorsement deals. So of course, not only would she want to be in a sequel to Freaky Friday, but also continue to allude to the other two primary films that made her a success in her childhood and teen years: The Parent Trap and Mean Girls (because other movies in her Disney oeuvre, like Life-SizeGet a Clue and Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, were much more niche). As for the former film, the parallels appear immediately in the form of the warring dynamic between Anna Coleman’s (Lohan) daughter, a quintessential “California girl” (complete with the surfing predilection), Harper (Julia Butters), and a new-in-town, rather stuck-up British classmate of hers named Lily Reyes (Sophia Hammons). Obviously, it reeks of the dynamic between Hallie Parker and Annie James (both played by Lohan) in The Parent Trap (yet another remake of a Disney movie in Lohan’s oeuvre). Something Lohan was sure to play up with some of her sartorial choices on the infinite publicity tour for Freakier Friday.

    As for the high school that Harper and Lily attend, once again, it was filmed at none other than Palisades Charter High School, just before it burned down in January 2025. As a matter of fact, Curtis was certain to cite Freakier Friday as a love letter to Los Angeles in the aftermath of the devastating Palisades and Eaton fires, with the movie also being shot at the now burned-down Altadena Town & Country Club for Tess’ (Curtis) a.k.a. Lily-as-Tess’ pickleball scene. To an extent, maybe Freakier Friday is “passable” as a love letter to said city, but, more than anything, it’s a love letter to Lohan’s short-lived career heyday. Almost as if to further emphasize that point, Elaine Hendrix a.k.a. the “evil (would-be) stepmother” of The Parent Trap, Meredith Blake, is given a totally non sequitur role as “Blake Kale” (the first name of course being a nod to Meredith’s last name), an editor in charge of handling the piece on Anna’s biggest client, the mononymous Ella (Maitreyi Ramakrishnan). Because, that’s right, Anna is now a talent manager for musicians rather than being one herself, with the running story being that she “gave up” her chance at being a “rock star” because she had Harper. Indeed, the math of the movie places Anna at twenty-two years old when she had her child, with thirty-nine-year-old Lohan playing “thirty-six-and-a-half” and sixteen-year-old Butters playing fourteen. So sure, it’s like a Gilmore Girlsage difference. Though Anna and Harper hardly share the closeness of Lorelai (Lauren Graham) and Rory (Alexis Bledel). Nor is Tess exactly “Emily Gilmore [Kelly Bishop] material.” 

    For, once again, Freakier Friday, like its 2003 predecessor, is meant to highlight the fraught, contentious relationship between a teenage girl and her mother—and that mother’s imminent wedding to a dude she resents. Only this time, it’s Anna going through it with Harper, who, like Anna as a teenager, has little empathy for her mother’s profession or her plans to get married to some “interloper.” More specifically, her nemesis Lily’s father, Eric (Manny Jacinto). And, obviously, with this new form of Asian representation in the sequel, the way the “magic” of the body swap (presently a quadruple instead of a double one) works can’t be “offensive” the way it was in the first movie. That is to say, with a Chinese restaurant owner touting a garish accent giving Anna and Tess a fortune cookie with the same fortune inside of it (“She did something… Some strange Asian voodoo,” Tess-as Anna declares).

    And so, as a sign of its “updated” views from the original, the magic comes from a daffy, “multi-hyphenate” psychic/fortune teller named Madame Jen (Vanessa Bayer, another SNL alum besides Chloe Fineman who appears in the movie). And no, what isn’t included in the trailer is the wannabe demon voice she gives at different points in the process of delivering their “prophecy”: “Change the hearts you know are wrong, to reach the place where you belong.” It’s a much more reduced “curse” than the one in the fortune cookie that Tess and Anna get: “A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another’s eyes. When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.” 

    Regardless of the revamped wording, it’s the same old method for returning to one’s body in Freakier Friday, though Tess and Anna apparently have convenient amnesia about the fact that “all” it takes is empathizing with the person you can’t stand in order to be restored to your body. But it’s Harper and Lily who are told the little rhyme by Madame Jen, information they keep from Tess and Anna once they realize that now that they’re the adults, they can make the decisions that will free them from a life saddled together. It is especially Lily who doesn’t want the nuptials between Anna and Eric to happen, for it would mean potentially having to stay in Los Angeles. And London is where, supposedly, her heart lies—along with a fashion school she wants to attend. Harper, too, would rather die than leave her beloved L.A. and all the surfing potential that comes with it. And so, like Janis Ian (Lizzy Caplan) and Cady Heron (Lohan) in Mean Girls, the two hatch a plan to take down their respective parent’s relationship rather than Regina George (Rachel McAdams). Hence, the creation of a list titled The Plan that looks a lot like the style and structure of what Janis writes on her chalkboard (in addition to mimicking Hallie and Annie’s plot to get their parents back together, rather than tear them apart). 

    Unfortunately for Lily, Harper, while in her mother’s body, has the chance to understand just how genuine Eric’s love for her mother is, making it more difficult to treat him like shit so that the relationship can disintegrate. Part of that plan being to get Harper-as-Anna back in contact with Jake Austin (Chad Michael Murray), who now owns a record store. This giving director Nisha Ganatra and writer Jordan Weiss (best known for Dollface) the chance to further play up the nostalgia of the 00s by having Lily-as-Tess loom in the background with Britney’s In the Zone album cover over her head as “camouflage” (later, she’ll also use Madonna’s True Blue). All while she advises her on how to be “seductive”—these instructions not only proving Lily’s inexperience with boys (though she insists she has a French boyfriend), but additionally prompting Jake to question whether or not Harper-as-Anna is having a stroke. What’s more, Jake’s fetish for older women (but especially Tess) has only gotten more pronounced since the Coleman women fucked with his head back in ‘03. Apparently to the point where he’s still “got it bad” for women who dress like Tess did when Anna was in her body (and also have Tess’ same short haircut from that era). 

    In order to “dig Jake up,” so to speak, Lily-as-Tess tells Harper-as-Anna about a “database for old people” known as Facebook. Just one of many “generational gap” jokes made at the expense of Anna and Tess. But, more than anyone, Tess, who bears the brunt of all the ageism. This mainly perhaps 1) Curtis knows how to deal with this kind of comedy without making it feel totally mean-spirited because she’s “in on the joke” herself and 2) Lohan isn’t quite ready to put a spotlight on her current status, from the Gen Z viewpoint, as being “old.” Which is why the only cutting remark she really gets from her daughter is about how Anna’s skin feels like it’s crying out for water. Then, of course, there’s the same dredged-up bit about teenagers being able to eat whatever they want because of their metabolism. Or as, Tess-as-Anna triumphantly phrases it to Anna-as-Tess while eating fries in Freaky Friday, “This food may make you blow up like a balloon, but it will do nothing whatsoever to me.” 

    And, for some, Freakier Friday will do nothing whatsoever for them. Because not everyone is charmed by the nostalgia that Freakier Friday largely coasts on, with a review from Time (the one that was scathing enough to get Curtis’ attention) saying it all with the title, “Freakier Friday Is Humiliating to Everyone Involved.” Other, kinder reviews cite Curtis as the saving grace of the movie, for it’s clear she’s having the time of her life playing Tess playing a teenager…again. And this, in truth, is the bulk of what makes the movie feel so exuberant. Even as it cashes in on the well-worn storylines and “winks” from Lohan’s past filmography. For while it’s designed to be a vehicle for her, Curtis is the one who stands out the most (sort of like what happened with Angelina Jolie outshining Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted—which is probably going to get a sequel any day now). 

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Lindsay Lohan Once Again References Past Movie Glory in Yet Another Commercial

    Lindsay Lohan Once Again References Past Movie Glory in Yet Another Commercial

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    Despite Lindsay Lohan’s rather limited filmography, it hasn’t stopped her from continually homing in on the main three movies that launched her into the spotlight—The Parent Trap, Freaky Friday and Mean Girls—as premises/allusions in her various brand deals over the years. And, if not referencing one of those movies, Lohan has always been able finagle a brand partnership by making fun of her party girl past. She did as much in 2015 with an Esurance commercial, in 2018 for a brief stint as lawyer.com’s spokesperson and again in 2022 with an ad for Planet Fitness that was sure to play up how healthy and vital she is now. So “vital,” in fact, that she still needs to do commercials because of how few and far between the film roles are (and no, one isn’t counting her “Netflix comeback” with Falling For Christmas and Irish Wish).

    This much was further emphasized again in 2022 when she released yet another ad that paid Mean Girls homage galore, this time for a shoe brand: Allbirds. Then, in 2023, she went back to Mean Girls again via a Peter Thomas Roth ad that found her playing a “customer service representative” (a.k.a. herself wearing a headset) to answer the call of a woman asking, “What can Peter Thomas Roth eye patches help me with?” In reply, Lohan gushes, “Hydration, depuffing, anti-aging…the limit does not exist!” Nor does the limit exist for the amount of products that Lohan will shill while simultaneously hammering home the point that the height of her movie career was in the 2000s (even though The Parent Trap came out in 1998). The Mean Girls milking didn’t stop that year either, with Lohan really going for broke (a.k.a. money) via a Wal-Mart commercial that would be as close as she could get to a sequel (something she had been blabbing about for years on various talk shows, only to be saddled with an embarrassing cameo in the eventual movie version of the Broadway musical).

    In her latest to bid to remind people of her relevance by recalling the past (something Lohan’s longtime frenemy, Paris Hilton, is defter at), Lohan concedes to riff on The Parent Trap for a Nexxus hair product commercial titled “The Style Swap”—surely, you get the similarity in title. Obviously, this is because Mean Girls is too exhausted by now and she’s waiting to release the sequel to Freaky Friday (Freakier Friday) before she starts fully milking that again, too. Hence, reverting to The Parent Trap, her very first feature. After all, not many people are going to get a Just My Luck or even Life-Size reference. So that leaves a concept that starts with Lohan sitting at her vanity as someone calls from offscreen, “Lindsay! Ready to go?” “Give me five,” she calls back. Gazing into the mirror, she then “muses,” “Hmm, who do I wanna be today? I’m feeling twinspired…but, as I always say, let the hair decide.”

    She then has a “fantasy” of two hairstyles meant to embody the personality types of Hallie Parker and Annie James, the twins separated at birth in The Parent Trap who end up reuniting at the same summer camp. While Annie is a polished and sophisticated Londoner, Hallie is a loose, casual California girl. Thus, Nexxus takes advantage of the hairstyle “contrasts” by showcasing one version of Lohan in a slicked-back ponytail narrating, “Do I wanna go understated with a sleek pony?” She then saturates her hair with a “slick stick” (not suggestive at all) and declares, “The Nexxus slick stick is my go-to” before breaking the fourth wall and asking (in Annie’s British accent), “Where was this in the 90s?”

    The Hallie persona then enters the picture by way of Lohan lying on her back (no stranger to said position) on the bed with a deck of cards fanned out in her hands—an automatic callback to the poker scene in The Parent Trap. She muses, “Do I wanna go bold with hair as big as my personality?” “Hallie” then douses her tresses with a spray and explains, “This Nexxus XXL hairspray gives me major volume.” It’s at this point that she stares into a Beauty and the Beast-like hand mirror and tells herself, “You never looked better.” This being what amounts to an almost exact re-creation of what she does in the Peter Thomas Roth commercial with a hand mirror, also telling herself, “Honey, you never looked better.” Unless this is just her new occasional catchphrase (à la Paris Hilton with “sliving”), it seems ill-advised to use it in commercials for two separate brands. But then, Lohan is known for being somewhat sloppy.

    Winking at the camera after repeating what she already did for Peter Thomas Roth, she’s then joined in the next scene by her “twinspirations,” with ponytailed Annie insisting, “Well, I think the choice here is obvious.” Hallie chimes in, “Yep, very obvious. Have you ever seen hair this bouncy?” The “real” Lindsay then announces, “I have a beyond brilliant idea [this being a Hallie quote from the movie]. Sorry girls, you’re dismissed.” Snapping her fingers, she disappears the two and proceeds to meld the best of both styles while cringily continuing her narration with, “Brat summer is over. Flawless fall is now.”

    And, apparently, “flawless fall” means looking like Meredith Blake (Elaine Hendrix)—oversized black hat (granted, Meredith’s wasn’t that oversized) and white dress included—instead of either one of her twin selves. When Lohan finally shows herself to the person who was waiting for her, someone intended to be her daughter, one presumes, the girl says of her overdressed appearance, “I thought we were just going to the grocery store.” Lohan shrugs, “We are.”

    Now out on the sidewalk in front of her brownstone (how Carrie Bradshaw), Lohan looks at the camera again and instructs, “Darling, always live like the cameras are watching” (because, frankly, they are—and who remembers that better than the formerly-stalked-by-the-paparazzi Lohan?). This being a statement more in line with her Lola Steppe character from Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Perhaps the next movie that Lohan will resort to referencing in a commercial, since Mean Girls and The Parent Trap are growing increasingly stale and there are few things that the I Know Who Killed Me storyline could work for in terms of advertising (even though that story, too, involves twins separated at birth).

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Irish Wish: Mean Girls and Freaky Friday “Plotlines” Collide With Others Amidst a Backdrop of Irish and Rom-Com Stereotypes, Non Sequiturs

    Irish Wish: Mean Girls and Freaky Friday “Plotlines” Collide With Others Amidst a Backdrop of Irish and Rom-Com Stereotypes, Non Sequiturs

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    Saint Patrick’s Day is perhaps famously lacking in movies centered on it as a “holiday” for good reason (see: Leprechaun as part of that good reason). After all, if one is going to write a screenplay about loads of drunks in New York (where St. Patrick’s Day is most celebrated), then they’d have too much competition/already been beaten by way of Mad Men. Irish Wish, Lindsay Lohan’s latest ill-advised “comeback” “film,” makes no claim of being a “St. Pat’s movie,” but it was very blatantly timed for a release that would coincide with Saint Patrick’s Day weekend. Obviously, as the title suggests, that’s because the “narrative” is set in Ireland. And yes, “narrative” is perhaps too generous a word for what goes on here. For the bulk of the story appears to be a combination of regurgitated plotlines (from no less than previous Lohan fan favorites, Freaky Friday and Mean Girls, with a dash of Sweet Home Alabama thrown in for more 00s-era measure) and shat-out pieces of cornball dialogue. 

    While that dialogue was supposedly provided by Kirsten Hansen (known for churning out similar Hallmark-esque schlock like Nantucket Noel, Love Under the Rainbow and Love on the Slopes), the mawkishly shot scenery comes courtesy of director Janeen Damian, who also brought us Lohan’s first outing with Netflix, Falling for Christmas a.k.a. (Not) Falling for Shitmas. While, ironically, it can be argued that Irish Wish is more watchable than the latter (though that’s kind of like saying Joe Biden is more electable than Donald Trump), Benjamin Lee of The Guardian accurately points out that “​​her last Netflix rom-com was perhaps more forgivable because of the season, when a great number of otherwise unacceptably shoddy films are given a mild pass because of the festive spirit.”

    But because, as mentioned, no one really considers St. Patrick’s Day a holiday (least of all Irish people themselves)—unless you count frat boys and other rapey varietals of men—Irish Wish has little hope of appealing to much in the way of “festive spirit.” Though it might appeal to creating a drinking game built around taking a shot every time something non sequitur or completely shudder-inducing happens. Take, for example, the opening of the movie, during which viewers’ introduction to Maddie is not only her gawking at the “UK’s bestselling author,” Paul Kennedy (Alexander Vlahos), à la Cady Heron “grooling” over Aaron Samuels (Jonathan Bennett) in Mean Girls, but also her scarf being ripped off her neck by a taxi. Because, among other ersatz things about this version of a briefly glimpsed New York City, people still rely on the yellow cab over an Uber, Lyft, et al.

    As she lets the scarf unravel from her neck in such a way so that it twirls her around like she’s in a well-choreographed dance number, little does the viewer know, this is arguably the most dramatic, high-stakes occurrence that will go on in Irish Wish. Though it’s certainly not the most unbelievable. That credit might go to the fact that Paul’s “book reading/party” is depicted as though it’s a red carpet-worthy awards show, complete with eager, fawning paparazzi just waiting to snap a photo of Paul and ask him questions. New York might be the supposedly last literarily-enthusiastic place in the U.S., but this delineation exhibits just how little grounding Irish Wish has in any form of reality. 

    However, perhaps treating a book launch like a Hollywood industry event was merely a “signal” to viewers to prepare for things to get even more batshit in the next several minutes. Including Paul’s sudden attraction to one of Maddie’s “besties,” Emma Taylor (Elizabeth Tan), who presents herself to him in a state of feminine chaos as her fake eyelash is coming unglued. Paul appears to find this utterly captivating as the two fall under one another’s spell—much to Maddie’s dismay, as she watches it all unfold from across the room. 

    As their flirtation escalates (incongruously) over the next several minutes (which, in movie time, is a full evening), Maddie can see that she’s watching the man she “loves” slip through her fingers. And this despite what her mother, Rosemary (Jane Seymour, who appears to be taking on the role they couldn’t afford to give to Mary Steenburgen), warned her about: she needs to speak up for herself. Rosemary’s intermittent presence via telephone serves little other purpose than that…apart from showing people how to fix a stuck button on a keyboard.

    Unfortunately for Maddie, she didn’t heed her mother’s advice and, by the end of the night, it’s “clear” that Paul and Emma are “smitten.” Still, Maddie tries to soothe herself in the taxi with her friends afterward by insisting to Emma, “It’s just a phone number. It’s not like it’s a proposal.” The cab lurches forward at that instant and the months on the calendar we see before us turn from June to August, followed by a brief scene of an airplane (with a shamrock logo and nothing else on it, naturally) flying across the sky. Cue Maddie’s other “bestie,” Heather (Ayesha Curry, who’s been on the promo tour for this movie with Lohan more than anyone else), remarking expositorily, “I can’t believe Paul and Emma are getting married. It all happened so fast.” Alluding to the cab’s lurching forward from a few months back (but in viewers’ minds, only a few seconds), she quips, “Like whiplash.”

    Which is sort of how this entire movie can be described—unless one prefers to describe it instead as an “AI-generated harbinger of doom” thinly concealing a (or the) conservative agenda. To the latter point, it would sort of track considering Lohan has been living in Dubai for many years now—so perhaps conservatism (especially on the sartorial front) was in mind when she took on the role, in addition to serving as an executive producer (along with, somewhat suspiciously, her financier husband, Bader Shammas). 

    As expected, “hijinks” ensue immediately upon her touchdown at the Knock Airport in County Mayo. Namely, she starts fighting over a suitcase with a “hot” photographer named James Thomas (Ed Speleers). Predictably, the suitcase explodes open and Maddie ends up touching his underwear (try desperately as it does to cultivate a meet-cute, Bluebeard’s Eighth Wife this is not). This is about the closest viewers will get to seeing something sexual happen (apart from Maddie covering her eyes at the sight of Paul in the shower). Whether that’s because of the “family-friendly” intent of the movie or the fact that Lohan is going back to a state of arrested development so as to return to the glory days of her “chaste” films (which are still not nearly as chaste as Irish Wish), well, that’s anyone’s guess. 

    What’s also anyone’s guess is why the “mischievous scamp” trope needs to be wielded, yet again, about the Irish. Indeed, the Irish stereotype that its people are somehow “magical” is alive and well in the movie’s use of Saint Brigid (Dawn Bradfield). She being, inexplicably, the person responsible for granting Maddie her casual wish to marry Paul under what’s apparently a wishing tree. Or maybe it’s a wishing bench she’s sitting on. Who the fuck knows? Logic clearly isn’t the point here. After all, as Olivia Rodrigo says, “Love is never logical.” 

    Just ask Melanie Smooter a.k.a. Carmichael (Reese Witherspoon) in Sweet Home Alabama, who also finds herself involved in a difficult love triangle (albeit a more believable, non-supernatural one). And, in case anyone had doubts about the Irish component of Irish Wish, the only cliche missing from the movie poster is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow prominently featured on it.  As for those who could doubt it’s a “love triangle” movie, in that same poster, Lohan, framed in the center of her two “love objects,” holds out each hand on either side of her in a pose that indicates she’s weighing both of the men featured next to her. “Hmm, which subpar, generic dude shall I pick?” Neither of which, by the way, are actually Irish. In fact, sadly, the most Irish person in this movie seems to be Lohan herself (Speleers is British, while Vlahos is Welsh). 

    Another overt comparison to better rom-com premises of yore is My Best Friend’s Wedding, also about a love triangle and also starring a red-haired woman who has been staunchly friend-zoned by the object of her desire. Jules (Julia Roberts), however, at least has more to offer audiences on the Lucy Ricardo front than Lohan. And it is evident that Lohan seems to think having red hair should make her a natural comedienne. Alas, it does not, and she’s simply left trying to make the best of a very bad script. One that even has to drag ostensible “Irish mascot” James Joyce into things when James, who has conveniently been hired as the wedding photographer in the alternate reality where Maddie is marrying Paul, takes her to the Cliffs of Moher as a potential location for wedding photographs…despite it being a two-hour drive from County Mayo, where Paul’s family’s house is supposedly located if we’re going by the bus that drops her off right in front of it saying “County Mayo” on the front. However, among other glaring issues with Irish Wish is its Home Alone 2: Lost in New York sense of geography. Because the house the Kennedys live in, the Killruddery House, is actually in County Wicklow, an almost four-hour drive from County Mayo. And yes, Lough Tay, where the “wishing bench” is located, is also in County Wicklow, not Mayo.

    But back to Joyce… To perhaps give him the swift kick in the crack he’s more deserving of than praise, Lohan as Maddie muses, upon finding herself on the cliffs with James, “I think I just stepped into a James Joyce novel.” It would seem she hasn’t actually read one based on that assessment. For Joyce’s novels were anything but “idyllic.” Oh yes, and, it should be mentioned, one supposes that Maddie is an aspiring writer-turned-editor who has compromised all integrity by letting Paul take the sole credit for writing his latest trashy romance novel, Two Irish Hearts (though, truth be told, that might be a better movie based on a book that whatever Irish Wish is—apart from a title that sounds like a takeoff on The Rural Juror from 30 Rock).

    After their jaunt on the cliffs, which they were allowed to go alone on because Maddie kicked the shit out of Paul the previous night for trying to have sex with her as she was dozing off (“it was a knee-jerk reaction”)—more signs pointing to a not-so-hidden conservative agenda—a fallen tree blocking the only road back seems to further seal their “meant for each other” destiny. Thus, James decides to take her to his go-to pub, where he then “teaches” her how to play darts. Leaning into him, she hits a near bull’s eye that prompts James to “suggestively” tell her, “Maybe it’s the luck of the Irish then.” Another saccharine exchange the two share while he “teaches” Maddie how to throw darts is summed up by her looking up at him and gushing, “You’re a good coach.” Speleers is able to keep a straight face as he replies, “Well, you’re a good student.” This dialogue smacking of Cady telling Aaron Samuels, “Well, you’re a good tutor.” And yes, the Mean Girls element of Irish Wish is the fact that Emma is the Regina George of the outfit, the more “polished,” “put together” friend that Paul, the Aaron Samuels of the equation, falls for easily compared to “dowdy,” “awkward” Maddie a.k.a Cady (and, needless to say, Maddie wears glasses to confirm her dowdiness). And, if you’ve managed to get this far into the movie, it’s pretty damn facile to surmise how things are going to turn out.

    With regard to the Freaky Friday premise at play, switching places with Emma is the patent allusion to that particular film, which Lohan has confirmed she’ll be dredging up with a sequel very soon. Because, as one can see, there aren’t exactly a lot of new roles that are clamoring to make her a bona fide star again. 

    As for Irish Wish supposedly being added to the canon of “Saint Patrick’s Day movies,” if you’re looking to feel “festive” about said day, maybe stick with The Fugitive. Or even Mad Men.

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  • Mondo Bullshittio #48: Removing the Fire Crotch Line From Mean Girls 2024

    Mondo Bullshittio #48: Removing the Fire Crotch Line From Mean Girls 2024

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    In a series called Mondo Bullshittio, let’s talk about some of the most glaring hypocrisies and faux pas in pop culture…and all that it affects.

    As though to further confirm that Mean Girls has entered into the so-called woke era, the latest development in its digital release ultimately comes as no shock. For the “slight alteration” caters to a particular person’s sensitivities, which is what life after the early twenty-first century has been all about. Pandering, bowing, capitulating, etc. Even to the very celebrities that were once so readily fed to the wolves in the era of “Lindsay Lohan supremacy.” An era that, as many know, was very short-lived once Lohan buckled under the scrutiny of child/teen fame and proceeded to pull a Miley before Miley even did. In fact, it could be argued that Lohan (in addition to Britney Spears) paved the way for women like Miley Cyrus to have their “rebellious” (read: normal reaction to their situation and lifestyle opportunities) “phase” with far less flak. Because, believe it or not, Cyrus was far less shat upon in her “shedding the Hannah Montana persona” days than Lohan or Spears in the mid-00s. 

    Although there were “attempts” on Lohan’s part to make a comeback (something she’s been announcing since she started to fall off after Herbie: Fully Loaded), it seemed no matter what movie she made it was 1) rather bad (even if bad in the gay-loving camp sort of way) and 2) totally mitigated by her latest drug-addled hijinks. In 2006, when the infamous “fire crotch” line that served to sting Lohan (even, when she least expected it, in 2024) came to light, it was caused by the unholy matrimony of the internet and celebrity-obsessed culture. Thus, the existence of a video like the one of Brandon Davis (who no one except Paris and Lindsay remember) calling Lohan a fire crotch could be immortalized in the annals of pop culture. But it was so much more specific than that mere “epithet,” still often used to demean the female ginger. No, Davis got extremely passionate about Lohan’s fire crotch, egged on by Paris Hilton to deliver his epic monologue on the subject while drunkenly sauntering through the streets of Hollywood after going to Hyde Lounge (the height of “seeing and being seen” in 00s LA). In fact, Davis wasn’t even naming names until Hilton goaded, “Who has a fire crotch?”

    And that’s when Davis let it rip: “Lindsay Lohan has got the stinkiest, fuckin’ sweaty orange vagina anyone has ever seen. I haven’t seen it! But it shits out freckles, it’s orange and it fucking smells like diarrhea.” Elsewhere in the tirade, Davis adds, “The truth is, her movie bombed and her pussy is orange. Nobody would fuck her with a ten-foot pole” and, again, “Lindsay Lohan is a fire crotch. And she has freckles coming out of her vagina.” There’s no doubt that Lohan saw the footage of this at some point. Or was at least informed of it. Indeed, 2006 was the year of bandying insults for Paris and Lindsay, with the latter calling her a cunt on camera and then immediately taking it back to say, “Paris is my friend.” In any case, it seemed no coincidence that Lohan dyed her hair a dark shade of brown that year, almost as though to deny her ginger-ness altogether. Though, in the present, she’s obviously decided to fully embrace it by starring in a Netflix movie (yet another one) called Irish Wish (which surely has to be better than Falling For Christmas…a feat that’s not difficult to achieve). Parading that red hair of hers for good “Irish roots” measure. Perhaps if Davis ever sees the movie, he might be severely triggered again. 

    Just as Lohan was by the term “fire crotch” being wielded in Mean Girls 2024 by none other than Coach’s new-fangled/erstwhile Regina George, Megan Thee Stallion (who also offered her services for the lead single from the soundtrack, “Not My Fault”). The line, no doubt written by Tina Fey, comes up after Regina (Renée Rapp) falls with a major thud onstage at the Winter Talent Show (something that, of course, doesn’t happen in the original movie) and a barrage of TikTok videos commenting on the literal and metaphorical fall is unleashed. Among the commenters speaking in favor of Cady (Angourie Rice, taking on Lohan’s part) “saving the performance” is Megan Thee Stallion, who declares, “Okay so, somebody sent me this look and I was like, ‘Hot girls, we are going back to red!’ Y2K fire crotch is back!”

    But, as Lohan has decreed, it apparently isn’t (even though the drama she created about the phrase being used resulted in her making far more headlines than she’s lately been accustomed to). Or at least, that “hurtful” two-word moniker isn’t…even if the look itself (for her) is. In fact, Lohan was very “disappointed” (as Ms. Norbury would say) in the use of that “slur” in the movie, taking her back to a place, emotionally speaking, that she didn’t want to revisit. Not just 2006, but also her cellblock in 2010, for it was also reported that fellow inmates would chant that nickname at her. Per a July 25, 2010 report from Intelligencer, “Lindsay Lohan has reportedly been brought to tears in jail because…inmates have been calling her ‘fire crotch.’” But hey, like the show says, “Orange is the new black.” Or maybe, like “fetch,” Lohan can’t seem to make it happen. But what she could make happen was airing her sentiments about the line out there for everyone to hear (well, everyone who’s still interested in 00s pop culture…so yeah, everyone). Except, instead of releasing a statement herself, she had her “representative” announce, “​​Lindsay was very hurt and disappointed by the reference in the film.” 

    Be that as it may, “hurt feelings” being a reason to stifle an artistic choice or a certain breed of humor is a dangerous habit to form. And yet, it is a habit that has appeared to become a “best practice” in recent years, as we’ve also seen Taylor Swift eliminate the word “fat” from her “Anti-Hero” music video and Beyoncé remove the word “spaz” from her lyrics. All of these things done pretty much instantaneously upon the expression of offense. Designed to blot out the fact that it ever happened (in true Orwellian fashion).

    With the removal of Megan Thee Stallion’s “shady” comment, however, Mean Girls 2024 becomes the complete version of its overly-sanitized self—including changing “fugly slut” to “fugly cow.” Because Lohan forbid we should have any hurt feelings. And yet, even when the steps to “eradicate” the potential for such hurt occurs, most people know full well that we still live in a world of mean girls (and boys). Alas, in “girl world” (run by little boys posing as men), all the fighting continues to be “sneaky.”

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  • The Grim Fan Fiction Presented by the Mean Girls x Wal-Mart Commercial

    The Grim Fan Fiction Presented by the Mean Girls x Wal-Mart Commercial

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    In 2023, Wal-Mart has so “generously” allowed us to catch a glimpse into the lives of where the mean girls from 2004 are now. Not only that, but this version of 2023 ostensibly exists in an alternate realm where the name Karen (and Karen Smith, no less) isn’t something worthy of calling attention to. Not at any point during the extremely lengthy commercial (almost a full two minutes [an “epic” in the realm of advertising], which means Wal-Mart really shelled out for it). Though there were plenty of other “plot points” that attention was called to in terms of assessing where some of the Mean Girls characters have ended up. And, let’s just say it, the assumptions to be made are rather grim. 

    For a start, Cady Heron (Lindsay Lohan) is still hanging out with Gretchen (Lacey Chabert) and Karen (Amanda Seyfried). Are we really to believe that Cady would have remained friends with anyone from The Plastics (particularly since she informs viewers at the end of the movie, “In case you’re wondering, The Plastics broke up”)? And if one person was worth remaining friends with, wouldn’t it have been Regina? If for no other reason than she had a mind of her own. Or, as Damian (Daniel Franzese) said, “She’s the queen bee, the star. Those other two are just her little workers.” Later on in Mean Girls, Cady marvels, “Was I the new queen bee?” It seems that, for the purposes of this Wal-Mart commercial, yes, she is. Even if she’s now a guidance counselor. Arguably one of the bleakest aspects about this flash forward to the mean girls’ future. That, and it seems that Janis Ian (Lizzy Caplan) isn’t friends with her or Damian anymore, having likely moved on to bigger and better things outside of the Chicago area. 

    Perhaps this is why Cady has resorted to a continued friendship with Gretchen and Karen. The latter of whom appears to be doing a “weather report” for no one’s benefit but her own—and yeah, it’s a bit sad that she’s still skulking around the high school to do it. They should have at least shown her doing “weather” for a local channel, and maybe even alluding to the climate change factors that have become unignorable in the years since 2004. Though, somehow, the next scene transition occurs by showing Karen on the big screen of Kevin Gnapoor’s (Rajiv Surendra) living room, even though it would make no sense for Karen to broadcast from North Shore High School if she was a legitimate “weather girl.”

    But that’s not supposed to be the viewer’s focus as the camera whip-pans to Kevin’s son holding a twenty-five-dollar (because of course the price flashes on the screen) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles RC in his hands (with a Hot Wheels and Barbie box in the background, to boot). After all, it’s so important that Generation Alpha understands the importance of material goods, too. That job has already been done on Gen Z, who, although positioned as “climate-conscious” and “embracing of all sexual and ethnic identifications,” ain’t really none of that based on what one actually sees outside of think pieces concerning said birth cohort. Kevin then half-heartedly tells his son, “Don’t let the haters stop you from doing your thang, Kevin Jr.,” as though he has little will left to believe that himself. And clearly, if Janis isn’t in this scene, it means she dumped his ass along with Cady and Damian’s, too. 

    As for Gretchen, she’s apparently been a young mom since roughly 2007 (if we’re to believe her daughter is sixteen, and Mean Girls came out in 2004, when Gretchen would have been sixteen herself). Not only does she have a high school-age daughter named Amber who seems more Regina than Gretchen, she also has two younger kids as well. All of whom are Asian, though there’s no sign of the Asian husband she presumably married as a result of immersing herself in an Asian clique at the end of Mean Girls (this being a hyper-specific detail for the Wal-Mart commercial to include). 

    Cady’s life also appears rather empty based on her purchases of “Apple AirPods and Legos,” though that doesn’t seem to stop one stalker-y student from wanting to imitate that purchase the way Bethany Byrd (Stefanie Drummond) did with Regina George’s Army pants and flip flops. It’s never really made clear if Cady does have kids of her own (hence, the reason for buying Legos?), but it is clear that she has no compunction about displaying a pathetic mug on her desk that reads, “Best Guidance Counselor Ever.” Perhaps this level of patheticness is her karma for calling Ms. Norbury (Tina Fey) a “sad old drug pusher” back when she was a student instead of a “teacher.” And maybe her additional karma for all that high school fuckery was not ending up with Aaron Samuels (Jonathan Bennett), who is nowhere to be found…perhaps because the real-life Aaron Samuels turned out to be gay (which is why he was more willing to appear as that character in Ariana Grande’s “thank u, next” video). 

    Nonetheless, Cady does her best to maintain “plucky” narrations as she remarks, “Even as the guidance counselor, I was still getting schooled.” Yes, by the Gen Z tits who are even more asshole-ish than millennials were (this despite the former’s reputation for “tolerance”). So while Gretchen appears to have an absentee Asian husband as she lives out her tragic lawnmower mom life, Cady is working for a middling wage at the same high school she attended twenty years ago. Maybe the only person with a more depressing fate is Damian, who, for whatever reason, is working the projector for the Winter Talent Show. 

    Possibly the one thing that could be more heinous is if Karen ended up marrying her “first cousin,” Seth Mosakowski, and having inbred, even dumber children with him. In any case, there’s obviously a reason why Regina George is no longer consorting with any of these “losers.” Because, evidently, she didn’t peak in high school as expected…the way all the others appear to have done just that. One would instead like to believe that she and Janis have finally consummated their long overdue lesbian relationship and are proud owners of a kinky sex shop that also sells lacrosse gear (which itself can double as sex toys) somewhere in L.A.

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  • Gen Zers Think Millennials Are Cringe, But Still Want to Emulate Them in the Mean Girls Commercial

    Gen Zers Think Millennials Are Cringe, But Still Want to Emulate Them in the Mean Girls Commercial

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    Apart from being one of the most overt pieces of capitalist propaganda to wield pop culture in recent memory, the Mean Girls x Wal-Mart commercial is a stark reminder not just of Gen Z contempt for millennials, but for their simultaneous desire to emulate them. After all, there’s a fine line between hate and love, as it is said. And, to quote Cady Heron (Lindsay Lohan), it’s not millennials’ fault that Gen Z “is like in love with them or something.” At least, if one is to go by the obsession with their era (even when trying to deride it through an over-the-top condemnation of skinny jeans and side parts). 

    Within the absurd universe of 2023-era Mean Girls, Gen Z is somehow the spawn of Gretchen Wieners (Lacey Chabert), while Cady (Lindsay Lohan) and Karen (Amanda Seyfried) don’t seem to have any clear claim on children of their own (unless it’s the other two members of Amber Wieners’ Gen Z clique). And maybe Cady is too busy “nurturing” youths in her role as a guidance counselor anyway to bother with children of her own. Which brings us to a scene designed to make her look out of touch in an “old” way rather than a “cute” one (as she did in 2004 whilst talking to Aaron Samuels [Jonathan Bennett]). Since everything is “cute” when you’re young enough…as society has drummed into our collective minds by now. This occurs when, sitting behind her desk dispensing “guidance” to a duo of mean girls, she once again says, “Grool.”

    The duo looks at her like she’s a “Martian” (as Regina called her) after she utters, apropos of nothing, “Grool.” At least when she said it in the actual movie, it was a conflated response to Aaron declaring of his Halloween party invite, “That flier admits one person only, so…don’t bring some other guy with you.” She started to say “great,” then “cool”—ergo, “Grool.” But how would these Gen Z putas living their far more “glamorous” life be expected to know anything about that “lore.” So naturally, they look up from their phones long enough to respond with disgust, “Huh?” and “What’s ‘grool’?” Cady assures, “It’s nothing.” 

    Almost as “nothing” as Gen Z claims millennials are to them despite constantly turning to Mean Girls as a behavioral bible and/or source of 00s yearning/“aesthetic” inspiration. And in the Wal-Mart commercial, that emulation comes both behaviorally and sartorially as Gretchen’s daughter and her friends wear the same pastels and plaids as the original Plastics did. Even though Cady was sure to tell us at the end of Mean Girls (after Damian [Daniel Franzese] delightedly warns of a freshman trio of girls, “Check it out, Junior Plastics”), “And if any freshmen tried to disturb that peace…well, let’s just say we knew how to take care of it.” Cue Cady imagining a school bus running the trio over and then assuring, “Just kidding.” But, of course, there are surely many millennials by now who have had such violent and hostile fantasies about cartoonishly ageist Gen Z. Particularly since, as we see exhibited by the Gen Z Plastics of the Wal-Mart commercial, they’re essentially grafting what millennials did while simultaneously critiquing them. Mainly for being “old” and for having never experienced the horrors of modern-day smartphone/social media life in their teens the way Gen Z is now. 

    To that point, Gretchen has happily taken on a Mrs. George-esque (Amy Poehler) persona by becoming not like a regular mom, but a cool mom as she sets up the ring light and camera to film Amber and her bitch friends doing limply-executed dances, presumably for TikTok. Amber then snaps at her mother when she says, “This is gonna be so fetch.” Amber’s response? “Stop trying to make fetch happen, Mom. It’s still not gonna happen.” Gretchen looks deeply wounded by this, for surely it’s gotta sting more coming from her daughter than Regina George. Her daughter, mind you, who knows nothing about millennial culture because not only did she not live through it, but everything about it has been diluted and bastardized by TikTok. Including Mean Girls itself. 

    This usually extends to the oft-referenced Winter Talent Show scene, which is recreated here as well (albeit with “smart” flat-heeled boots in lieu of stiletto-heeled ones). Even though Gretchen (and Cady/Karen, for that matter) would have needed to get pregnant right after high school, circa 2007-2009, to have a high school-age daughter. The probability of this seems rather unlikely (unless you’re Lorelai Gilmore), considering her Type A personality and “good” college/“respectable” career path. Even if having kids and marrying a “similar-minded/pedigreed” man was also at the forefront of her mind, that wouldn’t have been until, realistically, at least her mid-twenties. But, for the sake of capitalist propaganda, we must suspend our disbelief as Gretchen (joined by two more children who also appear to be Asian, which means she definitely didn’t marry Jason [Daniel DeSanto]), Cady and Karen watch a “less hot version” of themselves perform the same song and dance that they did “back in the day.” To far greater ennui…even though Gretchen takes over for Mrs. George on the filming front. 

    By the end of the commercial, the movie has been so perverted from its original self that the Burn Book pages plastered all over the school have been transformed into ads for Wal-Mart Black Friday deals instead of salacious pieces of gossip (many of which wouldn’t fly in the Gen Z climate of the present, where jokes about people being fat, or slutty, or statutory rapists would probably be deemed too insensitive).

    And yet, while millennial messaging has been “massaged” to suit a Gen Z demographic in this commercial (not just with the Burn Book being nothing but a “coupon book,” but also Gretchen having her son play with a Barbie), it is still Gen Z trying to be “analog” in the end by engaging with printouts. This being just one of the many ways, throughout the commercial, in which they’ve surrendered to their worst, most “cringe” fear: “being millennial.”

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  • Mean Girls x Wal-Mart Commercial: A None Too Subtle Trojan Horse for Capitalism Via Millennial Nostalgia

    Mean Girls x Wal-Mart Commercial: A None Too Subtle Trojan Horse for Capitalism Via Millennial Nostalgia

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    As the “reunion” that everyone’s been waiting for, it was practically inevitable that the Mean Girls “assembly” (high school pun intended) would disappoint. Mainly because, yes, the so-called reunion is a fucking Wal-Mart commercial. That said, it actually seems as though, rather than people being disappointed by it, they’re somehow delighted. Dare one say…“tickled.” But the reason behind that appears to be less about content and more about an increasing fiendishness for nostalgia, especially among millennials. And no, it’s not because they’re, as Gen Z would falsely bill them, “old,” but because it’s glaringly apparent that times in 2004 were far more bearable—fun, even (remember fun?)—than times in 2023. 

    Of course, naysayers and “pro-progressive” types would argue that life was so much worse back then (see: the media manipulation and vilification of women like Britney Spears). That we’ve come “such a long way” (or “such a long way,” as Gretchen Wieners [Lacey Chabert] would utter it) in our perception of things (“thing” being the word that still describes how men see women) and our “tolerance for others” (read: white people in print and media making flaccid attempts at “inclusivity”). But the truth is, psychologically, society has gone further back into the Dark Ages with its mentality—particularly toward women and minorities (who are only viewed as minorities by the white people who only make up about eight percent of the world’s population). So yeah, a throwback to 2004 is bound to feel pretty fucking great right now. Like sweet candy compared to the tasteless gruel (a riff on “grool,” obviously) being served up on a daily basis in this part of the century. 

    What’s more, 2004 was still within a prime era for the U.S. in terms of continuing to hold up capitalism as what George W. Bush would later call “the best system ever devised.” To that end, one would like to believe the Mean Girls x Wal-Mart commercial is a wink-wink nod to the Bush years’ unironic exaltation of capitalism, but no, that’s clearly not the case. In fact, this capitalistic propaganda posing as “Mean Girls nostalgia” at its worst treats the viewers as though they themselves still live in 2004, when it was easier to pretend “deal shopping” for Black Friday isn’t the very thing that’s helped to make 2023 even more of a dystopia compared to 2004. Or that the presence of Missy Elliott (whose song, “Pass That Dutch,” plays repeatedly throughout the original Mean Girls, therefore this commercial) spelling out “D-E-A-L-S”  instead of “K-L-A” (that’s how Coach Carr [Dwayne Hill] spells “chlamydia”) somehow makes the human predilection for consumerism more “kosher.” As does, according to the commercial creators, Gretchen Wieners replacing Regina George (Rachel McAdams) in the silver Lexus convertible. Except it’s now a brandless convertible of a nondescript tone.

    That’s right, since Rachel McAdams announced simply that she “didn’t want to” be part of the little puff piece for capitalism, they got Chabert to fill in for one of McAdams’ key moments from the film. So in lieu of Regina pulling up to the soccer field and shouting, “Get in loser, we’re going shopping,” Gretchen does. And no, it’s not to pick up Cady (Lindsay Lohan) and Karen (Amanda Seyfried), but rather, her own high school-age daughter (which doesn’t quite mathematically track), Amber Wieners. Amber stands on the field with her clique comprised of the next generation mean girls, and is absolutely mortified (could it be because Gen Z is supposed to be more environmentally concerned? No, it’s because, no matter what era you’re in, parents are always humiliating) when Gretchen cries out, “Get in sweetie, we’re going deals shopping!” Even though the back of her car is already piled high with plenty of shit from Wal-Mart. Because what it the American message if not, even to this day: excess! 

    So it is that the Mean Girls x Wal-Mart “partnership” wields nostalgia like a seductive and deadly weapon to keep encouraging the very capitalistic behavior that will be humanity’s undoing. Behavior that millennials once got to relish in the 00s without half as much guilt about it as there is now (and mainly only because of Greta Thunberg). Yet that’s the the thing, isn’ it? There’s still clearly not enough guilt or compunction about it if a commercial like this can exist…and continue to be so gleefully embraced. The same goes for the abominable Menulog commercial starring Latto and Christina Aguilera. Both employ the same method of assaulting the audience with “eye candy” and familiar 00s nostalgia (via Christina Aguilera) to distract from the obvious point: we want you to keep engaging in the same buying patterns as the very generation you and Gen Z are constantly railing against—baby boomers. And in this scenario, it makes all the sense in the world that millennials are also known as echo boomers. Just look at the way Cady, Gretchen and Karen are living. That is to say, in the exact same way as their own parents. 

    The warm reception toward this commercial (and its tainting of the original movie) is, accordingly, a sign of how desperately so many people want to deny the reality of now. One in which the idea of Cady, Gretchen and Karen (though, pointedly, not Regina) continuing to carry out the same toxic consumerist cycle of the generation before them is a comfort rather than a horror show. After all, millennials were supposed to be differentthey were supposed to want something more (besides more material goods). And yet, like the yippies of the 1960s who became yuppies in the 1980s (see: Jerry Rubin), millennials, if we’re to go by this commercial, have gladly sold out in the same way to keep the very system that has failed them (perhaps more than anyone) going. 

    It does seem fitting, in this regard that McAdams, the lone Gen Xer of the group (a.k.a. the “eldest” of the quartet at forty-four) opted to opt out. Perhaps old enough to know she doesn’t really want to be part of this schlock under the pretense of it being something “for the fans” when, obviously, it’s for nobody’s benefit other than the capitalist agenda’s, which has been using pop culture for decades upon decades to promote its purpose. This brings us to the fact that a “Mean Girls” commercial has already been recently used to promote a brand: Coach. Yes, back in 2021, Megan Thee Stallion stepped into the role of Regina George (because McAdams so patently doesn’t want to) to help recreate the introduction scene to the leader of The Plastics and, of course, sell some overpriced handbags. 

    Then there was a 2022 Allbirds commercial wherein Lohan, as usual, capitalized on Mean Girls (one of her only viable movies) to sell some shoes by peppering in “subtle” references to the movie. Like how she was a mathlete in high school. She then goes to pick out a pair of pink running shoes and says, “Well, it is Wednesday.” More “hardy-har-har” allusions arrive when she adds, “These don’t just look cute. They’re made with natural materials…always avoid the plastics,” followed by, “Bouncy. Perfect for a queen bee like Lindsay Lohan.” The point being, it’s fairly evident that, for whatever reason, Mean Girls has become a go-to for bolstering consumer faith in capitalism. And again, that’s arguably because 2004 was such a peak time for worshiping it. But what’s past doesn’t have to be present…so long as you’re not seduced by it. Therein lies the catch.

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  • (Not) Falling For Shitmas

    (Not) Falling For Shitmas

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    There’s a famous line from Sunset Boulevard said by Joe Gillis (William Holden) that goes, “Sometimes it’s interesting to see just how bad bad writing can be. This promised to go the limit.” Needless to say, that’s the only clear motivation for watching the utterly uninspired in title (in addition to content) Falling For Christmas. And while most Netflix movies (imitating Hallmark ones) of this nature would fly under the radar, Falling For Christmas is meant to be some “special,” “big deal” event (even though Christmas With You starring Freddie Prinze Jr. probably should have gotten more publicity instead). All because none other than Lindsay Lohan is starring in it for what is meant to be her umpteenth comeback. And, just like every other “comeback” she’s attempted (Labor Pains, a 2012 SNL hosting gig, the Oprah-backed docuseries, Lindsay, an ill-advised MTV reality show called Lindsay Lohan’s Beach Club, etc.), this one also seeks to prove why some people should just keep “living their best life” in Dubai.

    Alas, Lindsay clearly needs the money to keep affording those nips and tucks, those fillers and drillers. And so, she engaged in a little something called Lies We Tell Ourselves. Namely, when it comes to shaking our ass for the cash. Maybe that’s how she managed to attempt billing the movie as follows: “I feel like what we don’t have enough of right now is romantic comedies. And that’s exactly what it is. It’s a really fun, uplifting romantic comedy. And it’s actually really funny.” Notice how insistent she is with these repetitive lines, in what amounts to one of those “the lady doth protest too much, methinks” instances. She then added, “When I read the script and when we started to film it, I didn’t realize how physically funny we were going to be. There’s a lot of physical comedy in it, which I really liked doing—it’s one of my favorite things to do, which I haven’t got to in a while.” But no, just because she has red hair does not mean she’s got the Lucille Ball knack for comedy, slapstick or otherwise.

    One could say the first “act” of physical “comedy” is set against a horrible CGI-generated backdrop on a snowy mountain where Lohan’s character, Sierra Belmont, is taken by her “influencer” boyfriend (who looks, to be frank, a bit too old to influence much in an ageist society like ours), Tad Fairchild (George Young). According to him, this is the place to be because “one of the top off-trail skiers in the country geotagged this secluded spot.” Such a line being part of Tad’s “persona,” one that makes us wonder how anybody, even a vapid rich puta, could stand to be around him, let alone agree to an engagement proposal. Then again, maybe Tad reminded Lindsay in some way of one of her many douche-y exes (whether “steady” or fling), from Harry Morton to Stavros Niarchos to Egor Tarabasov, and she just ran with the inspiration for getting into the mindset of a character that would stay with someone so insufferable.

    But before all of this, Falling For Christmas already opens in a manner both totally random and generic, for the first scene is a brief few seconds of some ski lifts soundtracked by cornball music before we see an overhead shot of Sierra in a sleep mask. It’s the quintessential “You’re Seeing A Pampered Rich Girl” shot. Or, at least, someone who wants to be perceived that way (see also: Holly Golightly and Jenna Rink). We’re soon informed that Sierra is at a hotel when the phone rings and she gets a wake-up call from the concierge. To further give “insight” into her rich bitch personality (that Lohan doesn’t play up nearly enough) she hangs up the phone while the woman is still talking to her. We soon learn that Sierra spends a lot of her life in hotels—specifically, Belmont hotels. For she’s the heiress to that name. And yes, if you’re thinking it sounds like shade at Paris Hilton, one wouldn’t be surprised… for that feud is, as Katy Perry would say, never really over.

    More snapshots of the hotel’s “poshness” (shown via the low budget’s rather unglamorous people getting out of expensive cars) are meant to give us a glimpse into Sierra’s “good life,” even though it looks like a communistic (exterior-wise) Holiday Inn-styled “summit resort”—not even a Hilton. And maybe the only real reason Lohan agreed to sign on to this script was to recreate the relationship she actually wanted with her own troubled, absentee father. To that point, Sierra exhibits the Electra complex-oriented dynamic that rich girls have with their rich fathers (see also: Donald and Ivanka). Which is why Sierra can’t be candid with him about not wanting to become the “Vice President of Atmosphere” for the hotel, lest she disappoints Daddy.

    What’s more, Sierra complains to Tad, “He flew me all the way up here in his private jet for Christmas. I don’t wanna hurt his feelings.” At the same time, she laments, “When people look at me, all they see is the spoiled daughter of Beauregard Belmont, the hotel magnate. And I’m not spoiled!” This timed so that she can be spoon-fed caviar and given champagne to sip on before being asked, “Dress or slacks?” by her temporary stylist, Bianca (played by Lohan’s sister, Aliana—which proves she’s taken up the mantle for Britney back when she used to try to make Jamie Lynn’s “career” happen).

    All of this is leading up to the most insane moment of the movie, in that it entirely negates the plot even being necessary to continue on past the discovery of Sierra unconscious near a tree. That moment being when the movie’s true romantic leading man, Jake Russell (Chord Overstreet, whose already existing tie to Lohan is that she cameo’d on Glee in 2012), appears at the Belmont Resort. On a side note, if Jake is so beloved and famous in that town, surely Sierra would have encountered him at some point, even despite her sheltered existence. In any case, after presenting Beauregard (Jack Wagner) with a proposal for upgrading his “lesser” a.ka. humbler North Star Lodge and asking if he might consider financing it (“making an investment,” if you will), then being promptly rejected, he runs quite literally into Sierra with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. Regardless of the fact that she’s wearing sunglasses and a big hat, it would be fairly difficult to not make the connection that it’s the same woman he discovers unconscious next to a tree soon after. Especially since he’s supposed to be so attentive and astute.

    To viewers’ dismay, that isn’t really true. For after staring at her for a few minutes with the daub of bird shit-like whipped cream he’s spilled onto her “Valenyagi” suit, he seems to have some amnesia of his own later on. But sure, the audience can buy that he’s so blacked out in general over his North Star Lodge woes that maybe he just wasn’t paying attention to fairly obvious physical details. Plus, as a widower/single dad, his general pain could be fairly all-consuming.

    His daughter, Avy (Olivia Perez), sees that pain, which is why she makes a “Christmas wish” near a holiday market vendor who “just so happens” to look like Santa (and yes, he’ll reappear many times throughout as a “guardian angel,” of sorts). This being only one of the infinite schlocky moments that Lohan chooses to omit in her mainstream promotion of the movie on outlets like Good Morning America and The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Where the interviewers in question mostly preferred to bring up Mean Girls and talk of a Freaky Friday sequel because these are what remain Lohan’s sole claims to cinematic glory apart from The Parent Trap.

    Other bids at promotion laughably centered on Lindsay looking back at some of her most “iconic” movie roles, which, due to scraping the bottom of the barrel, included her parts in ensemble cast movies such as A Prairie Home Companion, Bobby and Chapter 27. And yes, most would be hard-pressed to remember 1) what her character’s name is (the basic mark of a truly iconic movie character) and 2) what actually happens in any of these movies. Unfortunately for Lohan, gone are the days of her being “bankable” enough to star in features with actors like Meryl Streep or even Jared Leto. So here we are at Falling For Christmas.

    A movie that demands of its audience, at every turn, not to stab their eyes and eardrums out, in addition to accepting that Sierra and Jake have fallen in love in four days and the former’s personality has improved just by learning to make a bed, do laundry and cook breakfast. And yet, this is something we can find more believable in Overboard, the film plot Falling For Christmas clearly wants to emulate. At least in that movie, however, screenwriter Leslie Dixon (who, funnily enough, previously worked with Lohan in that she wrote the script for Freaky Friday) had the decency to treat her viewer with some respect by showing the gradual development of the relationship between heiress-turned-amnesiac housewife Joanna Stayton (Goldie Hawn) and Dean Proffitt (Kurt Russell). The carpenter who takes advantage of Joanna’s memory lapse after she treats him like shit and doesn’t pay for the work he did on her closet because she wanted it crafted of cedar, not oak. Thus, when he sees her story on the news, he decides to do something that smacks of what Rand Gauthier might attempt (instead, Rand took revenge on an unpaid carpentry bill by stealing Pam and Tommy’s giant safe, containing their sex tape—proving that you should always pay the help what they’re owed).

    Perhaps in a different genre tone, one not meant to be so Hallmark-y meets a dash of Lifetime, the movie could have actually been comedic, as opposed to desperately playing at being that way. Even so, the fact remains that Lohan’s one-note acting range—not her “legal troubles” related to drinking and drugging—are what have ultimately set her back all these years. Talking of that one-note acting range, let no one forget (including Lohan herself) that she “acted” in one of the worst movies ever made in history, Among the Shadows, which she conveniently does not mention in any of her “flashing back” to film roles past.

    Yet, for whatever reason, Lohan persists in making a “comeback” every few years. One she’s allowed to attempt perhaps because no one can quite remember what the last thing she did was anyway. And to help people forget/excuse how bad Falling For Christmas is, someone clearly must have paid a writer off at Indiewire to create the title, “Lindsay Lohan’s ‘Falling for Christmas’ Is the ‘Citizen Kane’ of Netflix Christmas Movies.” While Lindsay decided to take that at face value and repost it as the only positive review of the movie, anyone who reads further will see that the sole correlation made between these two movies is that both have a snow globe and a sled in them (though it’s really a sleigh, not a sled in Falling For Christmas).

    For those accustomed to the factory conveyor belt style of churned-out Netflix Christmas movies (again, stealing the Hallmark formula), Falling For Christmas is par for the course. But as yet another shitty movie in Lohan’s choppy filmography, it begs the question, why keep trying to return? Perhaps because, as Lindsay once self-referentially asked during the cameo she made in Glee’s third season, “Is there anything better than someone making a comeback?” The answer is yes, and that’s when someone makes a worthwhile comeback.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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