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Ghost Town
(2008)

David Koepp is a solid screenwriter-director (The Secret WindowStir of Echoes) and this is a very decently-made film, even if it hasn't got a dazzlingly original premise. But... 

I'm not a big fan of Ricky Gervais, and aside from that I'm not convinced he has any acting ability. Certainly, he fares much better in the first 30 minutes as a monotone dentist who wants to be left alone. Then we have the introduction of Tea Leoni (a thankless role) and Ricky has to perform and be funny (which means Tea has to feign amusement at his shitty jokes). 

Worse still, at various points Ricky is asked to emote. But what you get is the same monotone delivery you've had for the entire film. Greg Kinnear can be a bit of a non-event as an actor, but here he actually manages to keep the proceedings watchable, being funny, charismatic and nasty at all the right moments. An acting lesson for Ricky, then. Bizarre to see Billy Campbell (The Rocketeer) again - even he's funnier than Gervais, getting to deliver at least one great line with real relish.

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