Jeff Bridges' turn as a loony lawman comes to the rescue many times in the supernatural action flick “R.I.P.D.” But not even the man who was The Dude can redeem the soulless computer-generated effects, the herky-jerky tonal shifts and the unforgivable waste of an intriguing concept that haunt one of the summer's biggest flops.
Although a few of his quips get lost in his marble-mouth drawl, Bridges goes for gusto in his “R.I.P.D.” sidekick role, a gleeful redux of his Rooster Cogburn from “True Grit” and Jeff Lebowski from “The Big Lebowski,” with a bit “Crazy Heart” crooning thrown in.
Cribbing from your own work is one thing, but director Robert Schwentke (“Red”) and the film's five credited writers rip off any number of modern-era blockbusters in their efforts to adapt Peter M. Lenkov's Dark Horse comic. Too bad they didn't steal “The Matrix's” innovative visual style, “Ghostbusters'” memorable dialogue or “Men in Black's” sheer sense of fun while they were pilfering those movies' plot points.
Ryan Reynolds could use some of Will Smith's easy charm in his lead turn as lightly soiled Boston cop Nick Walker, whose second thoughts about pocketing some gold from a crime scene get him shot in the face by his much dirtier partner, Bobby Hayes (Kevin Bacon). The newly deceased detective is given a chance to redeem himself by serving in the R.I.P.D.
As the sassily sardonic and sexily Mod boss Mildred Proctor (Mary-Louise Parker) explains, the Rest in Peace Department seeks out and apprehends “Deados,” ghostly baddies who have eluded the afterlife and remained behind on Earth.