Invisible, that’s how a lot of teens feel once they reach that so ripe they’re rotten age where parents are aliens and the world slowly becomes the monster that was under the bed. The Invisible is a film directed by a well know screenwriter, who also directed Blade: Trinity. How did he do in capturing the feeling of invisibility along with entertainment?

The Invisible was directed by David S. Goyer with screenplay credits going to Mick Davis and Christine Roum. This story about a young man left for dead, who is able to come back in a ghost like invisible form to follow around the troubled young girl that is responsible for his being almost dead stars: Justin Chatwin, Margarita Levieva, Chris Marquette, Marcia Gay Harden, Alex O’Loughlin, and Callum Keith Rennie.

The main character of the story shares with us some of his poetry which gets recited a couple of times throughout. Call me a harsh critic when I say most poetry tends to be crappy, but don’t even try to call me harsh when I say this film sort of plays out like the crappy poetry.  This movie has an “I’m so Emo I am dead.” vibe to it, playing like an excruciatingly slow music video for teen angst and sorrow. Tension did build for a brief moment at around the hour and 15 or hour and 20 mark, however, we slip right back into the tub of visual depression to slit our wrists. Usually thoughts of slitting our wrists to music can be at least an enjoyable guilty pleasure, but this film just made me want to take a nap.

Visually everything is handled well for an over long music video of people walking around looking dramatic; looks good. The story ranges from almost interesting to interesting, but the acting within doesn’t get the chance to really shine with good lines or moments. This story is more than half dead with characters I couldn’t care less about and gimmicks such as music and one girl’s hat having more life than the roles.

Perhaps the movie The Invisible can lull a depressed teen or two into a creative state of nirvana and appreciation, but to me it just felt like the sort of diary entry some kid will look back on in a few years and laugh at for being so silly. If you cannot tell The Invisible bored me half to death and now I have written this review to haunt the filmmakers.