Cynical Cinema

Jennifer Love Hewitt is darn hot.  She has two great boobies, a beautiful face, a sensational bum and adequate acting skills.  After that, The Ghost Whisperer has very little going for it.  Jay Mohr is one of my favourite comedic actors in the world.  But on this series he isn’t funny.  Or interesting.  His character is badly written.  I like Camryn Manheim as well.  But again, on this series, her character is badly written and given very little to do.  I assume Jennifer Love Hewitt’s character is badly written as well.  But I can’t pay much attention to the words she’s saying because of her boobs.  But even if she were given some incredibly scintillating, brilliant and hilarious dialogue, this show would still be pretty weak.

You see, Jennifer Love Hewitt sees ghosts.  Like that kid in the Sixth Sense.  And these ghosts are trying to tell her something so she can fix whatever is bothering them.  In Season Three, out tomorrow from Paramount Home Entertainment, many of these ghosts are her own family.  You see, where this show used to be stand-alone episodes (cheesy, boring episodes, but at least they have a beginning and an end), it no longer follows that pattern.  Although most of Season Three is episodes that wrap up in a fairly satisfactory way, there is also a thread that runs through the series about her lost father and her mother and this big secret…

You remember when the X-Files started to suck?  When it got away from the mutant inbreds that lived out on farms and the creepy stretchy guys who live under escalators and started to do that Alien Conspiracy crap?  Where if you missed one episode you were lost?  Well, that is Season Three of The Ghost Whisperer.  Except more cheesy.  And more lame (they actually do an episode on that Bloody Mary game).  But at least it still has Jennifer Love Hewitt.