Although it looks more like Charlie White Cloud, if you know what I mean. Is it just me? The commercials for this look awful. I especially like how they include clips of Zac Effron (he’s the guy from Scrubs, right?) playing ball with Casper there, but also showcase his abs. Dreamy!
Actually, the film’s stock has in fact skyrocketed on Rottentomatoes.com. It’s now up to 22% positive, whereas yesterday it was at 8%. The critics speak:
— A touching and heartfelt examination of — OMG!!! Zac just took his shirt off!!!
–Perhaps no haunted, grieving character in the history of cinema has had his abs lingered over as much as Efron here.
–a melodramatic and hopelessly disorganized feature-length episode of CBS’s “The Ghost Whisperer”
–Some bad movies should carry a leper’s bell to warn off ticket buyers. Such a contagion is Charlie St. Cloud, a load of mawkish swill starring Zac Efron.
–Efron cries tears the way a cheerleader waves pom-poms.
–Even at his lowest points Charlie appears ready to audition for a skin-care or Calvin Klein commercial.
–The sappy script is a disservice to the naturally effervescent Efron, whose character is so mopey he makes Robert Pattinson seem like a song-and-dance man.
–The surreal thing is, Zac Efron can’t do despair. He plays it by staring. Blankly. And by not smiling. Blankly.
–The picture is a declawed mess, begging for tears in the end. I hope the filmmakers are willing to accept puzzled looks instead.
