Film #11 of 'It's June Jim, but not as we know it.'
Yeah, so that kind of blind sided me.
Make no mistake, this is disgustingly sweet and cute. Witherspoon is just a bundle of perky, cutesy cuteness and is astoundingly annoying. Even as a ghost she is bouncy and brisk.
But Mark Ruffalo, man. Mark Ruffalo. Goddamnit, did he just make me like this film? This utterly predictable honey-fest? He did, didn't he?
He has this bizarre quality to bring something to a role that always somehow doesn't seem to fit, yet it works anyway. Every scene he is in here is instantly watchable, with his off beat comedy timing and his against the grain scruffy appearance he provides the perfect counterweight to Witherspoon's cascade of cuteness.
Ruffalo could save the genre. He should star in all of them.