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.
The film alternates between third-rate combat sequences designed to cover up the athletically challenged nature of its leads.
To swoon over Rachel McAdams or Eric Bana is easy, but doing so requires willful blindness to the sloppy nonsensicality of the film’s love story.
Despite what he may think, Schwentke hasn’t make a 9/11-era version of The Parallax View.
How unfortunate that this thriller at 40,000 feet comes so soon after the release of Red Eye.