"I could see Jennifer's Body working for you on a slower Friday night."

It's almost as if no one knows what to do with Megan Fox. They eye her appraisingly, think to themselves "Hmm ... well, there is something there" and then hand her a script. They hope for the best. They release a vapid and directionless film. Someone else stumbles upon a photo of her. "Hmm ... well, there is something there," they think. The cycle of abuse continues.

Megan Fox is the Jennifer of Jennifer's…