Affecting and pervading sense of deep unpleasantness but just a total fail on everything else.
The casting is questionable, the directing is anonymous, the dialogue at times is an abomination and the entire feeling switches from "Ooh everything is so floaty" like heaven designed by Tim Burton, to a surburban drama, to a surburban comedy, to a detective story, to a horror film. It's all over the fucking place.
It's main failing though is what I would call it's McDonalds spirituality. Pretty but ultimately shallow and soulless, there's no point to any of it. It's the kind of afternoon channel 5 melodrama my mum would like.
The ending really fucks me off in a major and multiple ways. Firstly with the abuse of Song to the Siren, whose inclusion perfectly sums up the constant theme of "It's pretty but it doesn't belong here"
Secondly, I haven't read the book but did they seriously go with the Ghost ending? Oh and the bloody icicle? Give me a break!
* Looks through credits and see Spielberg *
Ah well that explains a lot. The last 5 minutes takes it from a film I didn't really care for into "Hated it" territory.
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