Why is it that the hottest women are always the ones who put the most stock in flakey-ass bullshit like ESP and Atlantis? Maybe when chicks get reincarnated they're allowed to pick "fine" or "smart", but not both. The major babe in this flick's big thing is hypnotherapy, but when she hypnotizes her brother-in-law Kevin Bacon he ends up six degrees of fucked because suddenly he starts seeing the future, a ghost, and all sorts of crazy shit. There is a black dude creeping around who knows the score (you know black people, always with the rap music and the shining), but for some reason these guys never actually meet so it's up to Kevin Bacon to figure out what the ghost wants all by himself. (Actually, his son talks to the ghost constantly, so why it doesn't just give him a message through the kid is a complete mystery. Maybe it's because the writer is a hack moron.) There's nothing going on here that you haven't seen before, it's not gory or scary, and the hypnotist hottie who starts all the trouble in the first place never gets naked, so I've got a better title for this shitty movie: "Stir of Anus".