
Just Like Heaven
Guilty pleasure for lonely people.
Although it’s plot leaks like a sieve, it’s dialogue exists only to let another character ask an obvious question or further the advancement of the film and it has less class than Ghost Dad, Just Like Heaven is still somewhat enjoyable.
This film, so obviously an exercise in actors needing a paycheck, it’s a wonder Samuel L. Jackson didn’t appear. Thankfully, Mark Ruffalo needed a new Jetta or had to pay rent, or back taxes or something because without him the film would be as truly awful as it’s elements make it up to be. Renee Zellweger – oops, sorry, Reese Witherspoon plays an overworked, underloved cutie-pie who, as luck would have it is making like Shirley MacLaine and flitting about without a body. Ruffalo, much like audience members of Legally Blonde 2 is annoyed with her, but intrigued enough to help her find her body. Did I mention she has no recollection of who she is, but she knows which drawer houses the bottle opener? Her ethereal self is also as perplexing. At one point she is walking through a table, but the next she’s laying on it. She can’t garb the phone, but she can sit in the front seat of a car.
The film exists solely because it can, which isn’t good news for anybody. This is the kind of movie that is perfect for either twelve-year-old girls or guys looking to not watch a movie with their date.
Written by: Kevin Yeoman
Reviewers Rating: 4
Reader's Rating: 9.50
Reader's Votes: 2
Added: 2-Oct-2005
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