Flatliners re­boot is dead on ar­rival

South Waikato News - - Backyard Banter -

di­rec­tor Niels Ar­den Oplev – with an al­most en­dear­ing clum­si­ness – in­serts a cou­ple of quick shots of Page read­ing from a badly bodged up web­page called Is There Life After Death? Another 10 min­utes of screen time passes be­fore Page hits on the idea of get­ting her uni­formly at­trac­tive and bland cos­tu­dents to stop her heart for a cou­ple of min­utes so she can find out for her­self.

Why she thinks this will work is never made clear. Maybe she got the idea from watch­ing an old 1990 Brat-pack thriller called Flatliners? Or per­haps her pro­fes­sor Kiefer Suther­land – who is ap­par­ently repris­ing his role in this 2017 film, but who ac­tu­ally just drops by for five min­utes of screen­time and a pro­ducer’s credit – gave her the idea.

Page ar­rives back from her two min­utes in the great be­yond happily enough, but it’s not long be­fore some­thing that looks and sounds like her ex-lit­tle sis­ter is scam­per­ing around at the edges of her vision and mak­ing mis­chief with the house­hold ap­pli­ances.

Flatliners has some half-de­cent mo­ments. Ar­den Oplev has more fun with an old el­e­va­tor than any­one since Alan Parker was hurtling Mickey Rourke down to hell in An­gel Heart (please, god, don’t let any­one re­make An­gel Heart).

And a brief se­quence with noth­ing more threat­en­ing than an old shower cur­tain and some sound-ef­fects is per­fectly ef­fec­tive. But, mostly, Flatliners is ex­actly the fra­grant pile of poo the trail­ers have been promis­ing.

The cast get their lines out and man­age not to trip over the fur­ni­ture, but only Page and Kiersey Cle­mons seem like any­thing other than dis­pos­able props in Ben Ri­p­ley’s ter­mi­nally tooth­less script.

Lis­ten, if I sat down and watched the 1990 orig­i­nal tonight, it’s more than likely I’d think it was a laugh­ably daft load of old rub­bish as well. But that film exists in an ado­les­cent sweet spot of my moviego­ing life which I think it earned.

I re­ally can’t imag­ine any­one, in two decades’ time, look­ing back on this Flatliners it­er­a­tion with any­thing ap­proach­ing fond­ness. In fact, I can’t re­ally imag­ine any­one re­mem­ber­ing it at all.

– Graeme Tuck­ett

Even the im­pres­sive act­ing tal­ents of Ellen Page can’t save Flatliners.

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