“Well, that was a complete waste of time,” is what I thought immediately after viewing Another Me, which is a young adult ghost story with very little ghost, very little story, and is young adult only in the sense that its leading character is a teenager. Mostly, it’s a go-nowhere mystery movie whose conflicts are tiny and insignificant and whose idea of entertainment is to tell us what’s going on up-front and then treat it like it’s something to hide afterward. No, that doesn’t make sense.
Our lead is Fay (Sophie Turner), a teenager whose initial voiceover narration informs us that her life was perfect until she was 15, at which point her father (Rhys Ifans) was struck with multiple sclerosis. Then nobody was particularly happy. Her mother (Claire Forlani) is obviously having an affair, her dad can no longer walk or fend for himself, and she’s just kind of not all that happy. After winning the leading female role in a school play of MacBeth, her understudy taunts her by claiming she only won the role because her father’s dying. Well, maybe.
This is all (mostly) unimportant background information. One day, Fay begins to think that someone is following her. We see shadowy figures moving in the background — there’s no way she could, but she somehow does anyway, because otherwise they’re doing it for our benefit, and that’s bad filmmaking — some lights flicker, and … that’s about it, really. Fay suspects her understudy is doing it, but has no proof. We know it’s not, and that the understudy is just kind of a mean girl, or jealous girl.
There’s no mystery to it all. There aren’t any scares, no attempt at generating suspense or tension, and nothing even remotely interesting. You watch this movie, hoping that it’ll build to something, or become about something, or deliver a final twist that’ll change your entire perception of what it previously showed you, but none of that happens. Once the last reveal happens, you could write the ending yourself. And it’s barely even a reveal. It’s certainly not something worth watching for.
What else is there to it? Well, there’s watching Fay do very, very little of consequence, which involves a terrible romantic subplot with one of her classmates, or the mother’s affair, which … really didn’t need to exist. Outside the central mystery, which is terrible, there isn’t a single thing to be on the lookout for in this film. Nothing will keep your interest, nothing will make you think, nothing will intrigue you — the film is empty.
It doesn’t help that its leading character, Fay, is so completely worthless. She doesn’t act with any sort of logic, her emotions are, for the most part, relegated to either being nonexistent or fearful, and her actor, Sophie Turner, doesn’t give her anything else to latch onto. She says the lines but otherwise looks dispassionately through most of the film. And when she’s surrounded by better actors, like Claire Forlani, Rhys Ifans, Geraldine Chaplin, or Jonathan Rhys Meyers (as a drama teacher), this really shows.
There’s nothing else to say. Another Me isn’t a compelling mystery movie. The mystery is easy to figure out — and is essentially told to you near the beginning — but then the film tries to make it seem like a secret anyway. Once you get past that, it’s a barren movie underneath. There aren’t any ideas or characters to grab a hold of, so you’ll spend most of the time wishing to be watching something better, instead of paying attention to what’s going on — and you’ll still figure it all out before the end.