Freakier Friday tries to cash in on nostalgia but ends up proving that not everything needs a sequel, prequel, or so-called “reimagining.” It’s loud, forced, and feels like a studio project built out of panic rather than creativity.
The film brings back Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan, and it’s nice to see them together again. They still have chemistry, and for a few minutes, you almost believe the magic could return. But the script gives them nothing to work with. Every joke feels recycled, every emotional beat predictable. It’s like watching two great actors trapped in a parody of their own memories.
The story tries to modernize the concept, adding social-media chaos, teenage drama, and a bunch of new characters who barely register. Instead of fresh energy, we get tired gags and moral lessons that sound like they were written by an algorithm. The first film had heart and timing — this one just has noise.
Even the directing feels unsure. It’s too glossy, too busy, and never lets moments breathe. The emotional core that once made Freaky Friday so beloved is replaced with overacting and pointless side plots that go nowhere.
The saddest part is how it wastes its stars. Jamie Lee Curtis still has the wit and warmth to carry a comedy like this, but she’s stuck reacting to nonsense. Lindsay Lohan, making her big return, deserved a better project — not a soulless sequel pretending to be relevant.
Critics and audiences seem to agree it’s a missed opportunity. Some nostalgia moments work, but most of the film feels like a long, awkward reminder that Hollywood doesn’t know when to stop digging up the past.
Freakier Friday isn’t the worst movie ever made, but it’s proof that sometimes the best gift to fans is to leave a classic alone.