Freaky

Vaughn steals more than a body in this snarky, over-the-top mashup -- he steals the whole show. He takes on the lightness of a teen girl with aplomb in a fun, fresh take on what had become a tired genre: the body-swap comedy. His performance is somewhat similar to Jack Black's in Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle -- and it's equally hilarious. When mid-swap, Vaughn -- as Millie -- makes a romantic connection with her crush, it's absurdly and hysterically touching. Alas, the same can't be said for Newton. Once she becomes the serial killer, she stalks around with a hardened stare. It does the job, but given Vaughn's familiar physicality and vocal tics, it's disappointing that she doesn't take the opportunity to truly "become" him. (For inspiration, she could have turned to the 2003 Freaky Friday, where Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan gleefully nailed each other's mannerisms and speech patterns.)

Freaky's dialogue really gets a kick out of itself. It's a snark buffet, including naming the ravaged town Blissfield and its high school football team mascot "the biting beavers." While that might elicit a snort of appreciation, its not quite as clever as intended. The sweet spot is really in the campy, ridiculous deaths. The serial killer is imaginative and resourceful, using whatever he finds around him to murder teens -- including a toilet seat. Blood spurts, splatters, sprays, and gushes so unbelievable that it becomes farce. It's a wacky film that's full of gasps and squeals: your own. To get the most out of it, watch with a friend, or even better, a room full of them.