It is a rarity that I would watch a smooshy, sentimental film out of choice. More usually it is because someone else would like to see it, and I have been roped in as an unruly wingman (for which I have my daughter to thank on this occasion).
Having started with very low expectations and absolutely no idea about the plot, I was in fact pleasantly surprised though. I laughed out loud, shed a tear more than a few times, and came to the credits having thoroughly enjoyed the journey.
A fine example of the genre.
One of the golden rules of scripwriting is "show, don't tell".
In this film the cast spend most of their time telling us what happened. That's why it's soooooo boring.
Helen Mirren steals the show as "death". Will Smith blubs a lot. Kate Winslet blubs a lot. Keira Knightley manages to look very plain. I never noticed before how her mouth hangs open, so often.
The concept is quite good. Sad man is confronted by actors playing life forces. If only they'd kept things mysterious, maybe started off with weird things happening through Will's eyes, then kept us guessing as to what was going on instead of droning on about this happened, that happened, so let's make this happen.
There's a slight twist at the end. It's not particularly exciting.
Let's face it, that cast list is epic. How can this film not be good? Well, I'm not sure how they managed it, but it is rare that a film bored me as much as this one. Predictable, soppy, full of trite platitudes, and heaven help us, angels! This is movie making in the mode of cancer charity TV adverts. Avoid