Who's in It:
Eva Longoria Parker, Paul Rudd, Lake Bell, Jason Biggs
The Basics: When you die, you turn into a ghost. You also get a spray-on tan. You didn't know that the afterlife was one big tanning salon? Well, it is. Also, you are not punished for having been an uptight, micromanaging pain in the ass while you were on Earth. You get to keep on being one until you've finally learned your lesson. Here, the lesson is that you have to let go of the past, so you can move on into the future. Longoria Parker is the tan ghost who has to learn the lesson. Stoked now?
What's the Deal? It's kind of impossible to hate this dumb, barely funny movie. That's because when it does finally get around to making you laugh a couple of times, you tend to find forgiveness in your heart. Or maybe pity. It's kind of like when you see a three-legged kitten. You know it should be put down. But you can't bring yourself to be the one to do it.
The Funny Bits: The part where Rudd he's dead Eva's still-living fiancé who's moving on and dating Bell is trying to get it on with Bell, and Eva hovers horizontally over and heckles them. It's a weird, loud, three-way-ghost-sex sandwich. Then she sings "The Greatest Love of All."
Theological Implications: You will learn that (a) ghosts can resist exorcism by Catholic priests and play tricks on them, (b) ghosts are spirits yet also retain their physical bodies and obsess about their weight, and (c) the powers that be in the new, more tolerant afterlife take a decidedly laissez-faire approach to occult practices such as haunting.
No Spoilers Here, But
Biggs plays a man with a very big secret. And it's a situation that, I promise you, simply does not exist in real life. It's only tolerable here because this is already a film where sexy lady ghosts are zapping people, trying to make them behave. It ain't like it's a documentary.