Vapid, tasteless and monumentally stupid, the new and decidedly unnecessary version of Mean Girls proves Tina Fey is still not above trashing her talent to make money*. This testament to bad taste is like Barbie, Gidget and Godzilla all rolled into one; it keeps coming back like a cinematic Covid, and you can’t beat it to death with a stick. This version of the 2004 teenybopper movie and 2018 Broadway stage musical, both written by the usually clever Tina Fey, is also further proof that sometimes when you go to the cinema, even at today’s inflated prices, you already know what you’re going to see when you get there. I went to this mindless Mean Girls re-hash expecting vulgarity, eardrum-endangering screeching from an array of nerds and floozies in hideous purple, plum, puce and red pomegranate costumes, yelling boring pop-rock tunes about sex, angst, and teenagers behaving badly, amid an armory of smartphones, laptops, and brainless texting—and that’s exactly what I got. 2024 is very young, but in the months ahead, I seriously doubt things will get any worse than Mean Girls.

MEAN GIRLS ★ (1/4 stars)
Directed by: Samantha Jayne, Arturo Perez, Jr.
Written by: Tina Fey
Starring: Tina Fey, Angourie Rice, Jaquel Spivey, Auli’i Cravalho, Reneé Rapp,........

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