Stretch your mind to the breaking point and imagine jumbling up the
crassest elements of Ghostbusters and Natural Born Killers.
That's the bizarre trick in the new Michael J. Fox supernatural
romantic-comedy-horror flick The Frighteners.
Jammed with awesome special effects but laboring under a convulted
and often nonsensical story about psycho serial killers, marauding ghosts and
the Grim Reaper, The Frighteners tries to be hip and even heavenly but ends up
as a mess.
It's a fascinating failure, perhaps, but it's still a mess.
Set in some unnamed American coastal town, Fox stars as a seedy
paranormal expert who has his own stable of ghosts rescued from the beyond.
Only he can see them.
He sends them into houses where they wreak invisible havoc. He then
gets hired to ghost-bust them out of there. Things go awry when another ghost,
cloaked and armed with a scythe, keeps killing people, leaving Fox as the prime