Nine and a half years ago I flipped for Karyn Kusama‘s Girlfight, one of the most street-authentic and emotionally believable female empowerment sports sagas ever. (I tried finding my Reel.com Sundance review, but it’s hiding.) Last week I saw Kusama’s latest film, Jennifer’s Body, and I was aghast.

Never in my life have I noticed such a massive disparity in the tone, spirit and content of two films by the same director. A talented young woman with guts and heart directed Girlfight. A woman who has sold her soul to Satan directed Jennifer’s Body. I have a screening about to start so I’ll add to this later, but Jennifer’s Body is empty repellent extremist crap. And Megan Fox really and truly has no soul. She has all the natural soul-charisma of a porn star.

“While not exactly lifeless, Jennifer’s Body sure could be fresher,” writes Variety‘s Justin Chang. “Even with Megan Fox ideally cast as a sharp-fanged succubus with a lusty appetite for young male (and sometimes female) flesh, this high school horror romp tackles its bad-girl-gone-really-bad premise with eye-rolling obviousness and, fatally, a near-total absence of real scares.

“Fox Atomic item will stir interest as a post-Juno outing for scribe Diablo Cody, whose whippersnapper sensibility can be heard in the occasional snatches of self-consciously clever dialogue. But even auds primed to see guts and other exposed body parts will be disappointed by a Body less bawdy than advertised.”