This weepie about a young widow (Hilary Swank) who receives letters from her recently deceased husband is so uneven in tone it’s downright jarring. Consider the fact that she carries her husband’s urn around for much of the film. Is this meant to be sad, quirky, a sign of her mental instability? The movie never quite knows, and so neither do we. Cringe-inducing scenes such as an early striptease by Gerard Butler as the husband and a later karaoke performance by Swank don’t help matters a bit.
