A really fucking odd 80's movie, so odd in fact that it's a bit hard to review. For starters though, it's not good. If you are an 80's enthusiast like myself there's stuff that you'll sort of enjoy, like the cartoonishly stylized, garish, neon drenched pop look of the movie that couldn't be more redolent of the glorious, sometime's tasteless decade it came from. But aside from that and maybee a bit of cult/stoner/weird late night movie value, this is a truly mystifying film from future Independence Day/Stargate blockbuster director Roland Emmerich, aside from the bizarre fact that the ghost dude actually looked like a little E.T esc shrunken puppet before he even died, and then goes on to inhabit a bad animatronic puppet of himself that still looks exactly like he dose, there are a myriad of other strange choices and general rubbishness, for another thing it's an unpleasantly misogynistic film to, lead actor Jason Lively, who was so likable in Night Of The Creeps, is a massive creep himself here, a truly repugnant, even rapey character who constantly and uncomfortably keeps sleazing and slimeing over his lovely Creep's co star Jill Whitlow in increasingly repellent fashion, and bad guy Paul Gleason (The Breakfast Clubs headteacher) is even worse, a particularly queasy scene between him and poor Jill Whitlow suggests some very nasty things indeed, and it's supposed to be a family film!!! i mean what the fuck? im just not sure who the hell the audience was meant to be here (like i said maybe stoners but certainly no one else) even the little puppet dude is unlikable! what the fuck is this awful, strange little film?! im baffled.