Michael Keaton is far more effective as a tormenting figure than a tormented one, which makes his role here as an architect who starts hearing voices of the dead in static an inherently ill fit. Having Beetlejuice and the best brooding Batman scared silly by spooky noises doesn’t quite fit. Keaton is maddeningly passive, possibly because he realizes the material isn’t worth the effort. If so, he’s right – this is a clumsy thriller that botches its own high concept.
