Words can absolutely describe how bad Just My Luck is -- some of which include dreadful, obnoxious, annoying, dull, dry, tedious, irksome, and yes, even awful to the bone! Sadly, as terrible as it is, it doesn't even make the cut of being so bad it's good. This little teen comedy only has one thing going for it, and that is an interesting premise, which -- put in the right hands of slapstick geniuses of yore -- could quite possibly have been very much worth watching. Unfortunately, when a committee of movie execs take over and add in worthless leads, shameless music promotion, and incompetent filmmakers behind the camera -- then the outcome will most likely resemble the flick at hand. It's possibly worth watching just to see smoky-voiced Lindsay Lohan get dumped on in almost every way possible for nearly half of the film. The fact that the audience is supposed to buy that the very young actress holds a high position in an ad agency and lives in an expansive penthouse apartment next to Sarah Jessica Parker will only fuel the rousing effect in the cynical audience members when her luck turns sour. The bad news is that this bit of karmic retribution will probably just wash over the younger preteens who are eating this kind of Barbie dream house false existence up for snack time. The blatant hype machine behind the music group McFly will also be a sticking point for many viewers, as not only do their tunes suck, but the nonstop mentioning of their name, as well as the plastering of their faces on the screen, only adds to the gag-inducing proceedings. Recommended only for the trash heap, viewers can bet that if they're watching this flick, then their luck has indeed run out.