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Ghosts- Italian Style

(1968)

"Italian style"? I guess that means the ghosts look like this:

"Yeah, you don't know me, boy- don't be hatin'. My family's mob, yo- I'll have you whacked, ain't nuthin'!"

Ha! Actually that would be a lot more interesting than what really happens. Basically this dago and his wife move into a building that's supposed to be haunted, but it turns out it's all a scam by some other greaseball who wants to get into the wife's pants. The husband thinks there really is a ghost though, and due to these ridiculous circumstances and coincidences there's a bunch of misunderstandings and eventually antics. It's all completely fucking retarded, plus it's boring as hell and just getting through any random ten minutes of it is a goddamned endurance test. There's no way a normal person could watch this whole movie without doing it in shifts, and if anyone out there claims they did I'm calling them a liar right here and now, to their face, over the Internet. Seriously, Italian people, I can't believe you even let your country's name be attached to this piece of crap. Somebody needs to be whacked, rapidamente.