Jennifer’s Body is the kind of teen horror movie that wants us to believe that bona fide blonde babe Amanda Seyfried (Mamma Mia, Mean Girls) is in fact a dumpy loser. Of course, as the movie’s written by the overbearingly hip Diablo Cody, you’d be forgiven for thinking this is some kind of intentional dig at how the Teen Movie genres operate. (Seyfried even sports glasses and pinned-up hair, which for time immemorial has been code for “ugly duckling.”) Surely Cody knows what she’s doing? Surely she’s taken even a passing glance at the genre she’s diving into, and the discussions surrounding it?

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Paul Aufiero has one love in his life, and that love is the New York Giants. It’s the kind of love recognizable to any fan (sports or otherwise), the kind of love that engenders a love of trivia and no sense of nuance. Paul sees everything and yet sees nothing. His love is deep and very personal, but that’s not to say it’s monochromatic; to a certain kind of fan, despairing over your beloved thing is almost as much fun as adoration.

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