For the longest time all I could remember about this film was that the villain's name was Willie Lopez. I had a dog named Lopez, so it was hard not to associate the two. I also remember that my French teacher in high school for some reason loved Ghost (although he called it The Ghost) and announced one day that we would all watch Ghost and all benefit and learn from it because it was such a fabulous and otherworldly film. I, for one, laughed throughout. Parts that were supposed to be romantic, loving, touching, or otherwise emotional were so contrived that it was not credible. Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze are two of the worst actors in modern cinema. Swayze particularly lacks the depth and talent necessary to convey the kind of love he supposedly feels and definitely lacks the depth to convey the level of frustration he feels when he is dead but has unfinished business to take care of. Tony Goldwyn and Whoopi Goldberg are the two best things about the movie. Goldwyn as the ultimate villain, Carl, who orchestrated Swayze's murder and tries then to seduce Moore. Goldberg won an Oscar for her portrayal of a psychic who never actually believed she had psychic powers until Swayze's ghost came along and convinced her to help him catch and punish Carl and save Molly (Demi Moore). People who like really sappy love stories and far fetched tales will appreciate this film. In fact many people like it. It is a crowd pleaser, but it was too idiosyncratic for me.