The central female of Ned Benson’s romantic fantasy film The Greatest Hits (C) gets literally swept back in time to the moment her deceased boyfriend was still alive each time she hears a song, be they memorable tunes by Roxy Music, Beach House or the Tune-Yards or even a terrible ear-worm jingle about donating automobiles to help children. Lucy Boynton, incidentally a kind of dead ringer for Taylor Swift down to the haircut and outfits, isn’t given much to do but brood in the face of her melancholy powers; there’s little hope of transcending the punishing and underwritten character or her convoluted sci-fi trap. David Corenswet gets even less to do as her tragic beau in flashbacks; perhaps the filmmakers are keeping the handsome actor (and future Superman) at a distance so we can cheer the protagonist in moving on with her life. The affable Justin H. Min is appealing as our heroine’s new love interest; he gets to be genuine and goofy, thoughtful and fun, and his sequences with Boynton bring out the best in both. Benson has selected a pleasant if pedestrian visual pallet for the film, and the story similarly lacks spunk or surprise. It feels a little like a commercial for a depression drug, laced with rows of candy-coated vinyl sleeves. The needle drops don’t really take the characters on much of a journey nor do they help justify the titular title. There’s a better movie to be made about the songs punctuating seminal moments in our lives, but this one is destined to simply be played in the background.