surpasses anyone’s expectations, it’ll be only because they were so low to begin with. Screened after press deadlines—shorthand for a studio’s no-confidence vote—director Robert Schwentke’s movie has already been critically dismissed as one of the year’s worst. Dismal box office numbers have revealed its aspirations to the Hollywood Holy Grail of franchisability—inflated budget, comic-book origins and buddy-cop structure—as hubris. Jeff Bridges and Ryan Reynolds star as deceased policemen in the Rest in Peace Department, who’ve been recruited to bring to justice those on Earth who’ve managed to escape Judgment. The usual suspects—bland love story, supervillain foil, hit-or-miss comedic banter, prickliness between the partners morphing into mutual respect—are rounded up. One might catch glimpses of redemption: Reynolds walks through a freeze-framed world of destruction upon his death before spiraling upwards into the sky, which almost justifies the otherwise superfluous 3-D conversion; Bridges gleefully contorts his character from True Grit
; Mary-Louise Parker’s bureau chief carries an air of dark madness about her. So move along, nothing to see here.