Successful advertising executive retreats from the world when tragedy befalls him and every attempt to bring him out proved abortive until he started to question the universe about time, death and love.
It is so completely demented in so many ways that it beggars belief that it could have made its journey from the page to big screen without anyone in a position of power along the way trying to shut the whole thing down.
Why did it get made? And how much did its gifted cast of big names have to be paid to enable them to suspend disbelief and commit themselves to such a concentrated dose of drivel?
A holiday movie with Hallmark Channel DNA that should star Jaleel White and Judith Light but somehow snagged a top-line cast that includes Will Smith, Helen Mirren, Kate Winslet, Keira Knightley and Edward Norton.
Substitutes the necessary elements of personality and tangible emotion for overblown, new-age schmaltz, that manages to pull off the feat of being pompous and stale at the same time.
It's transparently cynical, with no apparent endgame in mind other than simple profit. That it's able to waste such a fleet of capable actors and such elegant cinematography in the process is its main achievement.
