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If Oscars were dished out for tin ears, screenwriters David Seltzer, Brandon Camp, and Mike Thompson would be in the running.
Detroit Free Press:
If there's anything worse than a slick, crummy horror movie, it's a slick, crummy, pretentious horror movie.
Dragonfly has no atmosphere, no tension -- nothing but Costner, flailing away. It's a buggy drag.
... where The Sixth Sense radiated intelligence and style, Dragonfly exudes a certain whiff of desperation.
You come away wishing, though, that the movie spent a lot less time trying to make a credible case for reports from the afterlife and a lot more time on the romantic urgency that's at the center of the story.
Dallas Morning News:
Director Tom Shadyac and star Kevin Costner glumly mishandle the story's promising premise of a physician who needs to heal himself.
New York Times:
As the movie dragged on, I thought I heard a mysterious voice, and felt myself powerfully drawn toward the light -- the light of the exit sign. I have returned from the beyond to warn you: this movie is 90 minutes long, and life is too short.
There are enough throwaway references to faith and rainbows to plant smile-button faces on that segment of the populace that made A Walk to Remember a niche hit.
The undisputed king of the cornball concept, Kevin Costner has an uncanny aptitude for gravitating toward the dopiest projects in sight, but this time he's outdone himself.
Los Angeles Times:
It would be churlish to begrudge anyone for receiving whatever consolation that can be found in Dragonfly, yet it is impossible to find the film anything but appalling, shamelessly manipulative and contrived, and totally lacking in conviction.
The film has a solid premise. For them to twist it into such preposterous shape, they must really hate us.
Costner's warm-milk persona is just as ill-fitting as Shadyac's perfunctory directing chops, and some of the more overtly silly dialogue would sink Laurence Olivier.
Globe and Mail:
Dragonfly has more plot than a figure-skating competition, and just about as much credibility.
Despite the film's aspirations to soul healing, its uplift remains mechanical, like an escalator's.
The dragonfly is a sleek, graceful insect that doesn't deserve to have its reputation sullied by being associated with this pile of offal.
There are deeply religious and spiritual people in this world who would argue that entering a church, synagogue or temple doesn't mean you have to check your brain at the door. The same should go for movie theaters.
San Francisco Chronicle:
The thriller is only thrilling enough to kill the movie's romantic mood, while the romance just makes Dragonfly seem meandering and inert.
The 'surprise' ending is as predictable as it is a long time coming.
While the themes sound intriguing, the movie lacks the necessary clarity of vision.
Chances are good that if you loved Ghost or Truly Madly Deeply, you'll at the very least like this fitfully affecting tale of love beyond death and faith beyond reason.
Probably was hatched by screenwriters watching The Sixth Sense on methamphetamines.