Watts throws herself into the project, much like a first responder to an emergency.

A movie this crazy should be spellbinding, but as it is, The Book of Henry is just baffling. It's fun, but not fun; it's forgettable, but unforgettable.

Colin Trevorrow goes for the easy tears, which is too bad, in this case. Nothing about a story like this should feel easy.

Once The Book of Henry entertains the proposition of murder, everything changes and that pendulum begins to look like a scythe cutting wheat.