Over Her Dead Body: Critic Reviews

For what it is -- a romantic comedy about the rivalry between a jealous ghost and a flaky psychic for the love of a veterinarian -- Over Her Dead Body is not bad.

The film -- pinched from Ghost in every relevant particular -- is pretty moderate.

The tale [falls] short on imagination.

None of it makes sense -- logically, emotionally or dramatically.

Over Her Dead Body is to romantic comedy what Spam is to meat. But at least with Spam, you get cool packaging.

This is no career high, but it's impossible to actively dislike Rudd.

The worst night at the movies in this young year.

The kindest context in which to put Over Her Dead Body, which was written and directed by Jeff Lowell, is that of a training film, a public display of people trying to master their craft. The best way to see it is not at all.

An unsurprising entry in that hoary micro-genre of romantic comedies to feature a fresh-from-the-corpse disembodied spirit who just can't seem to get a move-on.

Consider for a moment how this movie might play if it took itself seriously. Would it be better than as a comedy? I suspect so.

You may remember Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit. This is Bleh Spirit.

This stale comedy about a vengeful ghost would be depressing if it weren't so disposable.

A one-eyelash-above-average supernatural rom-com.

Unlike its stubborn corpse bride, Over Her Dead Body will decompose quickly in the memory before fading forever into video oblivion.

This is a film that's completely happy being its silly little self. And if it produces some giggles along the way -- and it does -- it has done its job.

The line is fine between cute and annoying.

What's really spooky is that even the weakest Desperate Housewives episode packs more heat than this tepid romantic comedy-fantasy.

Over Her Dead Body, billed as a romantic com edy fantasy, is in reality a mystery: The Case of the Missing Jokes.

A wan, sad-eyed romantic comedy.

Writer/director Jeff Lowell settles for a story that takes a little too long to tell, concocted situations a little too implausible to buy and repartee that occasionally hits the dartboard but never gets close to the bull's-eye.

A comedy like this needs actors with crack timing, a script that's worthy of them and an overall spirit of effervescence. But save for Rudd's occasional displays of sarcasm, there's little here that raises a smile, never mind a chuckle.

Over Her Dead Body may be the worst romantic comedy I've ever seen, although I hesitate to make such a resolute pronouncement about a movie that's so barely even there.

While not horrifically bad, it's as mediocre a motion picture as you're likely to find in a multiplex this season.

A harebrained rom-com diversion offering few laughs and little romance.