This dippy paranormal thriller concerns itself with the hokum of "electronic
voice phenomenon" or, in movie terms, the "I hear dead people" syndrome. To wit,
the deceased are speaking through our radio static and apparently don't like
deejaying anymore. It's the kind of premise that schlockmeister William Castle
would have killed for in the '60s, perhaps wiring your theater's rest rooms for
sound. But White Noise has little in store other than annoyingly harsh
digital shrieks and the lackadaisical wanderings of Michael Keaton, fighting off
that self-amused smirk as a mystified Bay Area widower.