Woke Disney, trying to navigate a tricky representational path, steps all over itself throughout.
A mostly laugh-free, paint-by-numbers approach to a pair of former pros vying for relevance as they enter into their mid 30s.
The Returned works best in its quieter, more contemplative moments, as the living struggle with how to reintegrate the returned into their lives.
The film is the cinematic equivalent of a teenager, making everything more melodramatic than it needs to be, and impatient with the subtle details of life.
A point emerges, this notion that we’re all born good, but it’s not one that gets a concerned workout.
The film awkwardly shifts gears from gritty independent film realism to gonzo hysteria without ever feeling accurate.
Six Feet Under is predicated on a concept, rather than a plot, that has never allowed a fully realized exploration of its many devices.