One of the more amusing items appearing in recent gossip pages concerns the ongoing feud between teen stars Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan. The details are fuzzy, but all accounts seem to involve overbearing mothers, egged cars, tantrums thrown at film premières, and a shared history involving semi-pubescent pop star Aaron Carter. Essentially, the war has forced the world to choose between two maturing child actors, both showbiz lifers with acting careers and ambitions in music and other multimedia enterprises. The choice should be easy. Duff has never lost the attention-craving egotism of a child star; whatever the role, she always behaves as if she's in a McDonald's commercial, desperately trying to convey how her love of french fries only makes her cuter. Lohan, on the other hand, is a natural, capable of holding her own against Jamie Lee Curtis in Freaky Friday, while the former Lizzie McGuire can scarcely stand up to Robert Carradine. Still, Lohan needs to start finding better material than the Disney Channel-series-in-movie-form Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen. Lohan plays a lifelong New Yorker forced to relocate to the suburban wastes of New Jersey. Once there, she immediately befriends mousy outcast Alison Pill and begins spinning Walter Mitty-like fantasies about her past, running afoul of popular snot Megan Fox, obsessing over rock star Adam Garcia (who looks like a member of Small Faces thrown into The Strokes), and attempting to impress drama teacher Carol Kane. Directed by the appropriately named Sara Sugarman, Confessions doesn't have a mean bone in its body, but it's so sloppily assembled that even Lohan's charm can't keep it together. Toward the end, she performs in a rock-opera version of Pygmalion (called, appropriately enough, Eliza Rocks) that's weird enough to make the rest of the film look flat by comparison. Lohan has a bright future if she keeps taking chances. Her enemies can feast on the fluff.