At times "Reach Me" is undeniably intriguing, mostly because it's just so weird and disconnected. Eventually, though, it just becomes tiresome.
Nothing in the proceedings is remotely convincing, let alone entertaining.
Once you've sunk into the entirely warped groove of "Reach Me" you're almost eager to experience the next offense against aesthetics and/or common sense it is poised to commit.
'Reach Me' is the sort of movie where careers go to die.
A kitchen-sink mess with no discernible narrative drive or thematic resonance beyond uninspired batches of bad behavior, gunplay, eccentricity and weak uplift.
Casting Sylvester Stallone as a gossip-site publisher obviously modeled on Matt Drudge is one of many counterintuitive ideas that backfire in "Reach Me."
The score works overtime to assert what kind of movie this is, sometimes shifting several times within a single scene. Choices include a low-rent thriller, a contemplative drama, and a slick Elmore Leonard-style crime farce. None of them stick.
A misbegotten venture that constantly ups its own ante on histrionic overacting, ludicrous plot twists and insipid empowerment mantras ...
Plays like an amateur-acting exercise in which each participant picks a name and a couple of defining props.