Last year's In The Bedroom effectively upped the stakes on films pondering grief and redemption and ultimately renders this cloying attempt redundant. With a cast to die for, Ellen Pompeo is the only bum note, merely fulfilling a requirement of the plot rather than inhabiting a beleivable character. Cooky charm isn't enough to sell this grief-lite film that sacrifices emotional honesty on the altar of bland Hollywood palatability. Not one for the discerning viewer - save your popcorn money and rent In the Bedroom instead.
Review of Moonlight Mile
