Accurately but laconically named, this beyond-the-grave love story doodles around much too long on being a before-the-grave love story, making sure that the pertinent couple will be seen as nothing less than the Perfect Couple, admirable, enviable, unimprovable. (The thinking seems to be that one of them dying and then hanging around in spirit would be somehow less interesting, or maybe less plausible, if the couple were less than that.) It was not at all necessary, though, to have demonstrated beforehand that the dead man loved his girlfriend. What he does for her after his death — protecting her from his own murderer — would have demonstrated that, not just more economically and trustworthily, but as something of a plot revelation too. (It's true that the man had had trouble in life saying those Three Magic Words, could only manage to say "Ditto" when the woman would say the words first, but that was just part of his cuteness, his boyishness, his vulnerability, in short his perfectness, and was nothing to have worried about.) This alternative procedure would also have opened the door to other revelations that might have added either to the woman's grief ("He loved me more than I knew!") or, more intriguingly, to her guilt ("He loved me more than I loved him!"), if, that is, the filmmakers had been inclined that way. But they are not inclined in very much of any way. They are straight-up and straight-ahead, and they steer clear of dark corners. Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore, Whoopi Goldberg; directed by Jerry Zucker. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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