Remember Rentaghost? Rentaghost was brilliantly awful. It was all camp and terrible graphics (they were probably decent at the time, but for those who saw the repeats, the clunky special effects only added to its eccentric charm) and had one of the best theme tunes ever.
The show was about a company that found work for ghosts. The main star was the leggy madman, Timothy Claypole, a jester with a comical lack of knowledge about the modern world.
And Ben Stiller is going to shatter our memories by turning it into a dreadful, dreadful film.
Folded for the best, Creased for the worst. It’s always been that way.
It’s the summer. And that means that, as weekend box office law states, all films released now must be angry, loud and full of massive robots punching each other.
