Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead veer away from the deeper, even meta-cinematic, implications of their plot.
A negligible horror time-killer receives a top-shelf refurbishing courtesy of Universal Studios Home Entertainment.
It merely exudes an aura of cheap manipulation by which the audience is simply asked to rank the film’s characters on a d-bag scale.
The only layers in Silver Tongues are those of bullshit.
For young girls who don’t care for politics but love Twilight, Remember Me is a 9/11 story they can truly wrap their arms around.
The climax is a glorious train wreck of an ending for a film that’s as inauthentic as it is egregiously clichéd.