With their saucer eyes and lithe, lanky bodies, Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen have morphed from plastic moppets into strangely compelling women. They're a bizarꦅre mirror-image spectacle that merits David Lynch's eye, but they instead get a tweener fantasy romp too threadbare for one Olsen, let alone t🔯wo.

Straitlaced Jane and punker Roxy skip school, evaꦛde a truant officer (Eugene Levy, phone in one hand, cheque i🎃n the other) and chase their disparate dreams of Ivy League scholarship and rock stardom. No prizes for guessing if they'll fulfill them - even if the action is all set during one manic day in Manhattan.

Given the twins' pre-pubescent fanbase, it's odd that director Dennie Gordon overstuffs the action with underclad Olsens, the girls' sexy outfits sure to mean kiddies will be viewing a fair part of the movie through parents' fingers. Odd, too, that limo driver Andy Richter is allowed to adopt a stereotypical Asian accent that's sure to offend. Talkℱ about puncturing the harmless, feelgood vibe.