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For fun, I told ChatGPT that I didn't have time to write a review for Freakier Friday and asked it to write a review in my style. Here's what it came up with. (I also told it that I didn't like the movie. In reality, I have not watched it.)
Again, that was NOT me writing, that was ChatGPT.
So Disney thought the world was clamoring for yet another Freaky Friday, and thus we now have Freakier Friday. Spoiler alert: the only thing freakier here is how anyone in Hollywood thought this script was ready for cameras.
The movie tries to pass off reheated leftovers as a brand-new dish, but it tastes like something that sat in the back of the fridge since the Lindsay Lohan version. The body-swap “hijinks” are about as spontaneous as a DMV line. Imagine every joke being telegraphed ten minutes ahead, then delivered with the finesse of someone dropping a bowling ball on your foot.
The cast? They look like they’re doing their best, which unfortunately means they’re trying to add nuance to cardboard cutouts. Whenever the film gets “serious” about family bonds, it’s about as touching as a Hallmark card run through a fax machine.
Production values scream “streaming filler”: bland lighting, lifeless sets, and a score that sounds suspiciously like it was downloaded from YouTube’s free audio library. Even the editing feels off—scenes don’t so much flow as lurch, like the movie itself is trying to body-swap but keeps glitching.
Bottom line: Freakier Friday isn’t freaky, funny, or even particularly Friday. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a reheated gas-station burrito: technically consumable, but you’ll regret it almost instantly. If you want to see a decent body-swap story, watch literally any other version of this premise—or just swap shoes with someone at random. You’ll have a better time.
Grade: D (and that’s generous—call it a mercy D).
The movie tries to pass off reheated leftovers as a brand-new dish, but it tastes like something that sat in the back of the fridge since the Lindsay Lohan version. The body-swap “hijinks” are about as spontaneous as a DMV line. Imagine every joke being telegraphed ten minutes ahead, then delivered with the finesse of someone dropping a bowling ball on your foot.
The cast? They look like they’re doing their best, which unfortunately means they’re trying to add nuance to cardboard cutouts. Whenever the film gets “serious” about family bonds, it’s about as touching as a Hallmark card run through a fax machine.
Production values scream “streaming filler”: bland lighting, lifeless sets, and a score that sounds suspiciously like it was downloaded from YouTube’s free audio library. Even the editing feels off—scenes don’t so much flow as lurch, like the movie itself is trying to body-swap but keeps glitching.
Bottom line: Freakier Friday isn’t freaky, funny, or even particularly Friday. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a reheated gas-station burrito: technically consumable, but you’ll regret it almost instantly. If you want to see a decent body-swap story, watch literally any other version of this premise—or just swap shoes with someone at random. You’ll have a better time.
Grade: D (and that’s generous—call it a mercy D).