
Why are there so many films like this? This has some fantastic ideas for a film, but cannot be bothered to arrange them into some kind of redeemable package. Clint Eastwood, in recent years, has become increasingly lazy, with the relatively forgettable Invictus, to the dull J. Edgar, and this is a prime example of how frustrating Eastwood has become. The story? Matt Damon plays a low key medium in San Francisco, who is not proud of what he does, Cecile de France goes through a near-death experience and becomes fascinated with the afterlife, and a London boy named Marcus, played just awfully by Frankie McLaren, experiences his brother's death and longs for his voice again. Sounds interesting, right? Surprisingly, it is far from it. Damon's acquaintance, played by Bryce Dallas Howard, gets a disposable subplot, never to be spoken of again. The London boy has a difficult time adapting after his brother's death, but we wonder if any boy can be
this painfully neurotic. de France has the best story, starting in Thailand, when a huge and visually impressive tsunami hits, almost killing her and her lover, in a really schmaltzy moment when they meet among the wreckage. The main issue with this film is it addresses so many valid issues, and then ignores them for a traditional Hollywood ending. Annoyingly provocative, but without explanation.
4/10
Teo