“I see dead people,” Adrien Brody all but exclaims in “Backtrack,” a movie that tries to make a choo-choo out of “The Sixth Sense” but immediately goes off the rails.
Brody, doing a dodgy Australian accent, plays a shrink haunted by . . . pretty much everything, but mainly his dead daughter and a new patient who seems to have an eerie connection to the other side.
After all of this is helpfully explained by a colleague (Sam Neill), Brody’s Peter heads back to his hometown to revisit the story of a train disaster that killed many — including another little girl.
Cheap, silly and thinly imagined, the movie more or less treads water until it’s time to deliver its Big Secret — which turns out to have almost nothing to do with the main action of the story and involves a nondescript subsidiary character. In two weeks, this film will have disappeared so completely, it’ll take a psychic to find it.