Just Like Heaven

Ok, no, I wasn't expecting something other than a ridiculously cheesy movie when I rented this, but yeah, maybe I was HOPING it would surprise me. I half-giggled once, but I don't remember at which scene. These characters are not likeable. POOR, poor Armani-wearing San-Francisco apartment renting doctor Reese Witherspoon doesn't have a life because she's so busy being successful and hot. Boo friggin hoo. And, at the end...didn't they already do the flower movie in the 90s with Mary Stuart Masterson and Christian Slater? Or Johnny Depp? Are they even two different people? Oh no, this is really bad....really, really bad (still watching the end)....talk about throwing up in your mouth a little bit....she'd better get down on the ground and kiss Johnny Cash's grave for Walk The Line...otherwise this would have sealed the deal for her career.

Ok - the misery is over and they're playing the Cure's original version of Just Like Heaven, as opposed to the sappy female-sang cover that opened the movie. The ONLY highpoint of this movie: the credits.