Odd Thomas is the kind of film that creates a series of critical caveats. For example, to understand this review, it’s perhaps best to go through a few personal loves and hates. Number one, I loathe Dean Koontz. Never read a novel of his that didn’t cause me to make the mandatory comparison to Stephen King and then throw said tome out the nearest window in unimpressed disgust. On the other hand, I love the overall idea of Odd Thomas, to wit, a young man with special gifts in a good natured and goofy battle with the supernatural. Then there is writer/director Stephen Sommers, who creates his own personal cheers and jeers. The Mummy is decent. It’s sequel was just stupid. Van Helsing was a chore, while Deep Rising has its moments. Add bad narrative direction and good casting to the mix and you’ve got enough aesthetic back and forth to cause a case of whiplash.