Robert Schwentke proves to be too complicit with his protagonist, regarding evil and human banality as stimulation.
A Little Golden Book version of drastically simplified socialism accompanied with a healthy dose of warmongering bravado.
R.I.P.D. devotes far more energy to concept than execution, leaving most of the promising aspects high and dry.
To swoon over the Rachel McAdams or Eric Bana is easy, but doing so during this film requires willful blindness to the sloppy nonsensicality of their across-the-years love story.
Robert Schwentke hasn’t make a 9/11-era version of The Parallax View, just an in-flight version of Not Without My Daughter.