Dear younger me,
You saw this movie a decade ago when it was released and gave it 3.5 stars.
A repulsed older you.
The source material has the same sickly premise, but Jackson's adaptation manages to be both unsettling and largely incoherent, too. Ethereal narration gives a saccharine coating to this disturbing story, one whose genre wobbles between drama, comedy, thriller, and philosophical musings.
While Ronan is frolicking around in green screen land, the real-life storyline is zooming forward in time at lightning speeds, stopping only for embarrassing comedy with Susan Sarandon and mystery-solving sequences straight from the scraps of The Book of Henry.
This is one of the most misguided movies I've ever seen, and I'm baffled that I gave this a pass the first time around.