White Noise

This is basically a crappy movie, but I kind of enjoyed it just because Michael Keaton is so weird to look at that I just want to hug him until he forgets that he played Batman. Here, he’s an architect married to a novelist, which are two of the four professions that are most likely to appear in a sitcom (the others are advertising executive and fat guy). When his beloved wife dies, he finds that she’s trying to contact him by speaking through the titular white noise that’s heard between TV channels. This could have been an interesting supernatural thriller, but too many threads are started without being finished, creating a meandering and weak story. Plus, the ad campaign was all about how dead people really do talk to us through our TVs, which is, at best, unlikely. There’s no need to use fake science to sell a fictional thriller. Maybe if they’d paid more attention to script and plotting and less to delusional fantasies, they could have come up with an interesting movie. As it is, this is 101 minutes of watching Michael Keaton watching static on TV. Woohoo!