Charlie St. Cloud is the town golden boy and is the exact type of character you expect Zach Efron to play. A tragic car accident takes the life of Charlie’s beloved younger brother, so he defers his upcoming placement at Stanford University indefinitely to wallow in his remorse, meeting the ghost of said brother everyday for a game of catch. Charlie St. Cloud gives Efron the opportunity to stretch his repertoire but the film doesn’t exactly get him out of his wheelhouse. Do you buy a brooding gravedigger that obviously spends as much time at the gym and in the sun as he does wrapped up in his consuming guilt? The movie is going for a Twilight-Zone-meets-Nicholas Sparks vibe, but shirks the possibilities of that idea. –Hillary Titley