The absolute FUCKING nerve for Ghosts Can't Do It to have a painful rape joke, while the whole movie revolves around Derek's dead and spiritual husband, wanting to possess a stranger's body to connect with his wife, and to have the sexy times (she has to KILL the man first, may I add).
Surprise, surprise, it happens, offscreen sex occurs, THUS acting as rape (think of Wonder Woman 1984, for example). Wow, what a knee-slapping 'comedy'. Bo and John Derek continue to be a terrible duo, with the former's lousy acting, the latter's embarrassing writing/directing, and the premise as a whole being baffling to witness for an excruciating 95 minutes.
Oh, to make things worse, DONALD FUCKING TRUMP shows up, and he's abysmal to the core. I thought Bolero was bad, now I have to apologize to the former, lol.