I hate to always go on and on about the scriptwriting talents of Marc Weiss, but he's probably one of the best smut scribes in the jizz bizz today. With Michael Craig directing, they're usually a potent combination. here, Weiss creates a perfect vehicle for the beauty, grace and comedic flair of Cheri Taylor.
As a sexy ghost whose spirit can't rest, Taylor never looked better. She's a movie star from the '40s and Peter North is her director and leading man off the set. In the romantic opener, they're celebrating their first blockbuster movie together, destined to make her a star. Their union has a genuine, soul feel, complete with lots of eye contact and savory, juicy sex. The shocker is that afterwards, he drops dead and she gets hit by a car as she runs outside in a panic to get help.
Jump ahead fifty years. It's present-day soul and North's nephew Jon Dough is living in the old man's house. Taylor's sould is in a sort of limbo because of the unreleased movie. She enlists Dough's (he's the only one able to see this gorgeous apparition) to help in finding it.
Inspired performances form the entire cast with plenty of tease and imaginative sex makes this a winner. It's like Beetlejuice with hardcore boffing. And only Cheri Raylor can wear a lace negligee with sneakers and socks and get away with it!