The plot is that back in the 1920's, a silent film star has wild parties in her basement with actors who are bad clichés of 1920's film characters. When she discovers her film career is over, she kills her friends and herself. It takes about 20 minutes of the film to establish all of this.
So flash forward to the present day, where amazingly, this house has sat vacant for 80 years, with all furnishings intact. And two hot babe Realtors are cleaning it up because a customer is about to visit, because apparently, they couldn't afford to pay a cleaning service.
The ghosts are kind of interesting. They have a character called "Tubby Fitzgerald" who comes off like a bad impersonation of Curly Howard, even though he was sort of based on Fatty Arbuckle. I think the writer spent six minutes thinking of a name for this character.
Not half as sad as Eric Roberts... But damn, every time I seem to encounter poor Eric writing a review, the poor guy is somehow losing a wrestling match with dignity. he stands out here in being able to act, compared to his co-stars.
Really, a movie set in the 1920's would have been a lot more interesting than the one they made.
So flash forward to the present day, where amazingly, this house has sat vacant for 80 years, with all furnishings intact. And two hot babe Realtors are cleaning it up because a customer is about to visit, because apparently, they couldn't afford to pay a cleaning service.
The ghosts are kind of interesting. They have a character called "Tubby Fitzgerald" who comes off like a bad impersonation of Curly Howard, even though he was sort of based on Fatty Arbuckle. I think the writer spent six minutes thinking of a name for this character.
Not half as sad as Eric Roberts... But damn, every time I seem to encounter poor Eric writing a review, the poor guy is somehow losing a wrestling match with dignity. he stands out here in being able to act, compared to his co-stars.
Really, a movie set in the 1920's would have been a lot more interesting than the one they made.