It’s true, I’ll admit. When you’ve high hopes for a hyped flick and you go in all bright eyed – chances are you’re in for a disappointment. Jennifer’s Body (when it’s been on teen radar for as long as anyone can remember – not only because the skinny, inked, It Girl of the month Megan Fox is the titular character) does okay, surprisingly so because it’s supposed to suck hard, but it doesn’t. Maybe.

Diablo Cody’s wit is less sharp here than her fine work in Juno (even then it was showing signs of strain, fifteen minutes of fame, what?) but it’s shiny in spots, well enough to keep anybody in their seats for most of the flick.

As a horror movie referencing popular teen-horror (or just horror) cinema in the last decade or so: Jennifer’s Body rates 5/10 – that’s a C if you’re paying attention. As social commentary: doing what most tongue-in-cheek flicks are wont to nowadays, being cool, mentioning current events, navel gazing and all that, the flick’s 6/10. Better, but only slightly. Best parts are the coffee shop rejects wannabe indie band rockers, with their novel (well…) method getting into the big time, and NOT Jennifer, but rather Jennifer’s best friend Needy – played by Mean Girls (omg!) alum Amanda Seyfried, whose character holds everything up and makes it semi-decent.

Needy’s character development and conflict resolution, and the flick’s last bits kind of make it worth staying on. The droning teen mess, an ok start, a weak middle and overall meh of Jennifer’s Body is forgotten by the time the end credits roll out. Where Needy triumphs over adversity, teen troubles, an evil best friend, and a mediocre teen horror/comedy/drama book-into-movie.