It's transparently cynical, with no apparent endgame in mind other than simple profit. That it's able to waste such a fleet of capable actors and such elegant cinematography in the process is its main achievement.
The failure of "Collateral Beauty" is all the more grievous for the waste of its superb actors.
If there's one constant about Collateral Beauty, it's how consistently it disappoints.
The cast feels checked out: Winslet and Norton, two attractive and charismatic performers, have never looked more painted and tired.
Somewhere in a forest, a maple tree wants all its sap back.
A holiday movie with Hallmark Channel DNA that should star Jaleel White and Judith Light but somehow snagged a top-line cast that includes Will Smith, Helen Mirren, Kate Winslet, Keira Knightley and Edward Norton.
Loeb, the man behind more than one Kevin James vehicle, attempts Christmastime magic � la Miracle on 34th Street, but ends up conjuring Maudlin on Madison Avenue instead.
Most of "Collateral Beauty" is spent rooting for it to be better. Even the concept behind the title comes up short.
The five stages of grief sometimes seem applicable to movie reviewing, except that I usually skip denial, rarely get around to acceptance and generally just settle into anger, which is where I am with "Collateral Beauty."