The premise is a staple of teen romance: separate hero and heroine so that there's plenty of yearning but no danger of any squelchy business. The difference here is that the young couple are allowed a brief but memorable moment of on-screen passion; and the thing that comes between them is death. Swayze, he of the acting ability of a corpse, is ideal as the murdered yuppie who learns how to use his ghostly powers to foil a dastardly plot; Moore, as the grieving girlfriend, displays the animation of a dishcloth. Luckily, Whoopi Goldberg is on hand to ham it up gloriously in abetting the lovers with her newly discovered psychic powers. But the real credit for turning a minor mystic romance into one of the most enjoyable movies of the year rests on an excellent script by Bruce Joel Rubin, and on the surprisingly sure direction of Jerry Zucker. He borrows a roving camera from Sam Raimi, a penchant for shooting into and through solid matter from David Lynch; and the dissolves between scenes cleverly echo Swayze's ability to walk through walls.
Cast and crew
Bruce Joel Rubin
Demi Moore Patrick Swayze Tony Goldwyn Vincent Schiavelli Rick Aviles Whoopi Goldberg
Any film that features the trio of delight that is Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg gets my vote. That's three stars worth. Four stars for the fact that Patrick is an actual ghost for this whole movie and it's basically awesome. He does all the stuff a ghost would want to do like run through walls and creep on people. Downside, he gets ignored by ol' Dems fairly often (because he's a ghost). Five stars for this whole absolutely ridiculous story line, and an extra bonus star for "that" scene, with the pottery, just because.