All my fears about this
film were confirmed with the opening shot: Patrick Swayze without his shirt on. Things didn't get better - the only saving grace of the celebrated 'potting-wheel' scene was that it's the closest we'll ever get to seeing Demi Moore mud-wrestle. Then Swayze's character, Sam Wheat, gets shot and things, understandably, begin to improve. I'm no real fan of Whoopi Goldberg, but as the fake psychic Sam uses to contact fiancee Molly (Moore) is really very good and with a great sense of timing. A few problems with the plot (if ghosts float through walls without trying, how can they sit on chairs and stand on raised floors?) are niggling, but overall it's not nearly as bad as I feared it might be.