But a sudden, tragic, wind-change throws Charlie’s life off course and a flippant promise lightly made becomes a binding vow. When love and hope finally cross Charlie’s path he faces an impossible choice:
To live forever in the past or to take a leap of faith into the future and risk losing the only family he has left.
We should start by saying that I am probably not the target demographic for The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud. I am old and cynical and immune to the hypnotic appeal of Mr Efron’s sad puppy/eager puppy countenance. There is a line I have always loved in John Hughes’ The Breakfast Club: “When you grow up your heart dies.” I’m afraid Emo Queen Allison spoke the sad, sad, truth and my reaction to the angst and anguish of Charlie sadly demonstrates that mine has long expired.
Charlie Tahan, as little brother Sam, displays maturity in the complex demands of his role and avoids being child-star-cute. Unfortunately the bulk of the storytelling burden lies on Zac Efron’s burnished shoulders and here the strain begins to show.
Having cut his baby teeth on the High School Musical franchise, Zac Efron established himself as a bona fide rising star with box office smash 17 Again – his first collaboration with Charlie St. Cloud director Burr Steers. His undeniable talent for dance and his clean cut charisma proved cinema gold when Mike O’Donnell made the Big jump back to high school and Efron was officially stamped one to watch.
Again in Charlie St. Cloud he rises to the film’s physical challenges with aplomb – demonstrating accomplishment and polish in sailing sequences and showing off his trademark twinkle toes in a cleverly choreographed waterslide scene. He has proven himself to be more than a one trick pony but he is a show pony nonetheless and, to the film’s detriment, far less accomplished when grasping for emotional depth.
This film wasn’t made for me and I know Zac’s legion fans will pay their pocket money over gladly for a chance to weep over his (well) hidden depths. They will find a perfectly competent sob story about the grieving process and the redemptive power of love. They will swoon at the selflessness of Charlie’s great sacrifice and sigh great gusting exhalations of “If it were only me!” when he finds true love at last.
The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud is a sweetly magical movie – as pretty as Mr Efron’s big baby blues. A teenaged Ghost story, that will neatly polarise audiences by age and the depth of their cynicism, it is sure to go on to become a date night classic. If you believe in magic then pop a pack of tissues in with your popcorn and don’t forget to wear waterproof mascara!
The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud opens on Friday 8th October across the UK