Over Her Dead Body


Over Her Dead Body
Directed by Jeff Lowell
New Line, now playing
Henry (Paul Rudd) and Kate (Eva Longoria) were about to walk down the aisle when Kate was killed in a slapstick wedding-day accident. A year later, Henry's still mourning the escape from a life of browbeating, so his sister presses him to contact a psychic to put his mind at rest. Said medium (Lake Bell) turns out to be a tawny beauty molded like a Vicky's Secret contractee; romance blossoms anew, to the chagrin of Kate's awakened ghost, who commences with sabotage. Many a comic potentiality is underworked, and the film's prevailing tone is obnoxiously erratic—surely the supporting eccentrics (Jason Biggs and Lindsay Sloane) aren't supposed to be so off-putting?—but it rests safe when entrusted to the charisma of its principals. This is no career high, but it's impossible to actively dislike Rudd: Women want him (he's cozy-handsome in a feasible imaginary-boyfriend way); men want to forward his viral videos around the office. And Bell—with her broad ducky lips, scrunched wince, and long arms swatting at the air—has promise as a winning comedienne. Nobody was clamoring for this Blithe Spirit revival but, real talk, it's a fine hiatus from earthly thought.


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