The Invisible lives down to its name--this is a visually forgettable flick. More subpar than supernatural.

...bathetic teen angst.

Never manages to dig out any real depth; rather, it feels like it was adapted straight from a paean to adolescent woes scrawled by a tenth grader in a spiral notebook.

Teen angst is teen angst whether it's DOA or MIA, and c'mon, if you really want to go all Swede-emo on us, you're always going to run up against the immovable cinematic woegasm that was Ingmar Bergman. Never a smart move, that.

So dreary and forgettable...watch it disappear soon.

My screening presented the final reel upside down and backward; no difference whatsoever.

Director David S. Goyer doesn't get half the skin-crawling mileage out of the ghost factor that he could. As a result, The Invisible really isn't worth seeing.

They should have called this Perturbia.

Based on the little buzz this film has been getting, you'd think this B-grade teen flick was just terrible. But in fact, it's not that bad at all.

There are some intriguing ideas running around in The Invisible, but they never amount to much.