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Over Her Dead Body
This entry was posted on 5/4/2008 8:45 AM and is filed under DVD Reviews.
A languid, thinly sketched and habitually
unfunny supernatural love-triangle comedy that never scratches beyond the surface of its
conceit, Over Her Dead Body must have gotten its initial greenlight during the headlong dash toward pre-strike (over-)production. Nevertheless, the movie works neither in the vein of an exaggerated, farcical romantic rivalry, a la Death Becomes Her, or a more traditional romantic comedy, like recent fellow chick flick 27 Dresses. No, instead Over Her Dead Body just stinks, in painful, yawning fashion, and quickly
wears out its welcome, in both this world and the next.
Telling the story of a pleasant guy, the psychic who falls for him and the
former’s vengeful, deceased fiancé trying to keep them apart, the movie opens with ill-fated nuptials, then flashes forward a year, after the tightly wound bride, Kate
(Eva Longoria Parker), of veterinarian Henry (Paul Rudd) is crushed by a falling ice sculpture. Henry's well-meaning
younger sister Chloe (Lindsay Sloane), who just wants to restore some easygoing
normalcy to her mopey brother’s life, sets him up for a reading with Ashley (Lake Bell), a psychic
who also runs a catering company with her gay best friend, Dan (Jason Biggs).
Chloe eventually steals the late Kate’s diary and gives it to Ashley, so
she can use the private information to pretend to communicate with Kate’s
ghost, and thus “release” Henry from obligation. As Ashley begins to slowly fall for Henry,
though, and vice versa, a disgruntled Kate reveals herself, and stakes a possessive
claim on her former fiancé. Gamesmanship ensues, as Ashley — the only one who
can see and hear Kate — alternately fights for and considers ceding Henry to
the spectre of his vengeful ex.
The directorial debut of Jeff Lowell, an
episodic television writer who also penned 2006’s John Tucker Must Die, Over
Her Dead Body is a movie of phony raucousness. Owing to the small screen roots
of its creator, the tone veers wildly from scene to scene; comedy writ large
and obvious (hapless Dan creating a mess in the kitchen in slapstick fashion,
Kate making sounds of mock-flatulence that she believes Ashley will mistake for
Henry) rules the day. Absent a laugh-track, though, the staleness of these gags
reveals itself.
Dialogue is wooden and on-the-nose, and the film's staging is frequently awkward, from the
opening scene of Chloe and Henry’s introduction to Ashley (in which Dan implausibly
remains in the kitchen, in order to lamely conceal his identity for a joke
later in the film) to a hallway-set scene involving the important revelation of Kate’s
diary. The “combative spat” portion of the conceit — potentially
the richest comedic terrain — is also hazily defined, with Longoria Parker’s Kate
not very well integrated into the movie as a whole. She comes and goes,
haphazardly. Additionally, there’s no soft side to Kate to make us see she and
Henry as a legitimate couple in the first place.
Meager points go to Lowell and the film’s makers
for rounding up capable comedic actors (Sloane, Stephen Root, et al) for some
of the movie’s bit supporting parts, but the script consistently lets them
down. It takes ill-conceived, cardboard-thin stereotypes and somehow makes them
worse. Even a big story reversal at the end of the second act fails to give the
film any punch. Because nothing about the characters or any of their
relationships is in the least way believable, even in any world of heightened
affect, the ludicrous twist falls painfully flat.
Longoria Parker trades on the broadly
conveyed arch indignation that serves her well on the small screen, but
otherwise brings nothing new to her character; Rudd, on the other hand — so good when given a good dance partner, as in something like I Could Never Be Your Woman — is left to
define Henry solely through sardonic parrying. That brings us to Bell, who plays best friend to
Cameron Diaz in the forthcoming What Happens in Vegas; here she displays affability and an admirable willingness to indulge
in pratfall hijinks, but there’s absolutely no palpable romantic chemistry with
Rudd, and her canted, slightly off-center interpretation seems more ideally
suited to secondary lead roles.
In a seeming nod-of-the-head concession to its theatrical commercial washout and critical lambasting earlier this winter, Over Her Dead Body comes to DVD with no supplemental extras, save the requisite gallery of trailers. Nevertheless, to purchase the movie via Amazon, click here. Housed in a regular Amray case, it offers up clean transfers of both 2.35:1 widescreen and 1.33:1 full screen versions of the film, with
English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound and stereo surround
sound audio tracks, and optional English and Spanish subtitles. D- (Movie) D (Disc)    
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