Over Her Dead Body

A shameless bastardization of Noel Coward’s Blithe Spirit, this flatline of a romantic comedy doesn’t deliver with an engaging romance or even a solitary laugh. All it brings to the table is the idle curiosity of how these things get made. Kate is crushed to death on her wedding day by an angel ice sculpture and when her former fiancé starts to warm to the psychic trying to contact her, she goes all out to block the action. None of the ploys are particularly clever, and the two unlikeable female leads are a bizarre orange color for most of the film. They look like Oompa Loompa pinups. The whole thing is dismally by the numbers, and the numbers are spoonfed to the audience. One of those films that inserts a moment of dead air behind every supposed bon mot, but when no laughs are filled in by the audience, that beat just hangs there like a fart at a funeral service.