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A remake of the 1976 movie starring Barbara Harris and Jodie Foster, Freaky Friday does not enjoy the multilayered, adults-will-love-it-too Disneyfication of kid flicks such as Finding Nemo and The Lion King. The fun in this movie is purely adolescent, and if you don’t think you can put yourself in the mind-set of a 15-year-old, you’re better off seeing one of this week’s more mature offerings—say, American Wedding. This time around, Jamie Lee Curtis and The Parent Trap’s Lindsay Lohan fill the roles of a mother and daughter who don’t understand each other. Anna (Lohan) objects to her mother’s impending marriage to Ryan (Mark Harmon) so soon after her dad’s death. Tess (Curtis), meanwhile, thinks Anna’s life is easy, and she can’t understand why her daughter is flunking English, fights with her brother all the time, and doesn’t seem to care about anything besides her band, Pink Slip. The day before Tess’ wedding, courtesy of some “Asian voodoo,” Tess and Anna wake up in each other’s bodies and spend some time learning the other’s perspective. Freaky Friday is clearly not played for sense, and if you are able to hold logic at bay as Tess and Anna fumble through each other’s schedule, it’s an enjoyable fancy. The actresses are great at mimicking each other’s ticks and inflections: Curtis suddenly attains a gleam in her eye as her inner Anna discovers access to credit cards and the family vehicle; Lohan carries herself with a newly uptight demeanor as Mom gasps at a long-haired boy’s motorcycle and pulls down friends’ cropped shirts. (But the cheapest, and best, shots come at Harmon’s expense: “I can’t marry Ryan! Ewww!”) Secondary characters, such as a granddad who’s trying too hard to be Grandpa Simpson and a cherubic-looking little brother who brattily tells his mom and soon-to-be-stepfather to “get a room,” are irritatingly one-dimensional but easily ignored. Better to enjoy the movie’s little delights, from the surprisingly good music Pink Slip plays to the satisfying day when Tess, as Anna, erases all the answers on her nemesis’s test and covers it with “I’M STUPID!” —Tricia Olszewski