TL;DR

• Diablo Cody is actively writing a Jennifer’s Body sequel
• Director Karyn Kusama is excited and in the loop
• Megan Fox & Amanda Seyfried want to return
• Cult status and queer fan love finally giving the film its due
• Time to fund this feminist, bisexual-awakening masterpiece

Jennifer’s Body 2 Is Coming to Slay Again

(And the gays deserve this win)

Jennifer’s Body — the once-ignored, now universally-beloved darkly queer cult classic — is officially clawing its way back from the grave. Director Karyn Kusama spilled the bloody beans, confirming that the film’s iconic screenwriter Diablo Cody is actively scripting a sequel. Yes, dolls — the gay agenda stays undefeated.

“I know she’s working on it right now, and I’m very excited to hear what comes of it,” Kusama said, being just coy enough to make us want to scream into a pumpkin spice latte. She hinted that the new script is just as “fun and crazy” as the original — as if we’d accept anything less from the movie that awakened a generation of chaotic bisexuals.

For years, the film’s legacy was savagely misunderstood. A girl-on-girl kiss was marketed for straight boys instead of celebrated for the sapphic horror masterpiece it is. But now? The LGBTQ community has chosen this film as our emotional support demon.

And Hollywood is finally listening.

Megan & Amanda: Ride-Or-Die Zombie Prom Dates

Amanda Seyfried — patron saint of chaotic besties — has been aggressively manifesting this sequel. Earlier this year, she spilled at TIFF and then doubled down in Variety’s “Actors on Actors.” Even when reminded that Adam Brody’s character died, she didn’t blink:

“But so did Megan, and I’m not doing it without her.”

Translation: If Megan Fox isn’t feasting on boys again, we riot.

And honestly? No one asked for a realistic plot. This isn’t Shakespeare — it’s hot demon cheerleader revenge cinema. Bring back anyone and everyone, even if they’re in hell. Especially if they’re in hell.

A Resurrection Only Queer Power Can Buy

With Kusama in the loop, Cody holding the pen, and the two leads ready to serve looks and carnage — all we need now is funding. Someone get a studio exec on a Ouija board. Or… sacrifice a mediocre male pop star? We’re flexible.

This film’s queer legacy isn’t subtle — it’s a full-throated scream in the face of misogyny. It gave young LGBTQ fans something deliciously dark to identify with: a story where girls kiss, boys die, and trauma bites back.

Jennifer’s Body wasn’t ahead of its time. Everyone else was just late.

The sequel is our chance to do it right — marketed to the sapphics, adored by the gays, worshipped by the emo nostalgics who always understood that Jennifer Check is a queer icon.

So, Hollywood: stop dragging your feet and start summoning demons.
The gays are hungry — and Jennifer is too.