I’m obsessed with the movie Ghost right now.
It’s a pretty bad film.
The holes in the plot are big enough to drive an El train through, and Patrick Swayze has all of three facial expressions to work with, but darn it, there’s something compelling about it.
Especially with AMC showing it about every ten minutes or so. It’s unavoidable, and it’s driving me crazy with its unmet potential. I mean – love that knows not the boundaries of life and death! ‘How to’ lessons in being a ghost! Tony Goldwyn! All of these elements were dressed up (or undressed, in Goldwyn’s case), trotted out, and summarily forgotten in favor of pumping up the leading man status of the not-so leading man.
I’m glad, at least, that Whoopi Goldberg got something out of it, even if her Oscar® was really a consolation prize for being shafted in 1985.
So, I want to save Ghost. I want to re-write it, darn the holes, and find a duo with more chemistry than an eighth grade lab science class.
Say, me & Gary Sinese?
Hollywood, you’ve got my number.