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A TEEN WHO LOST HER MOTHER BEFRIENDS FRIENDLY GHOST CASPERWHILE STAYING AT A MEAN HEIRESS'S HAUNTED MANSION.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #30490 in DVD
• Brand: Uni
• Released on: 2003-09-23
• Rating: PG (Parental Guidance Suggested)
• Aspect ratio: 1.33:1
• Number of discs: 1
• Formats: Animated, Subtitled, Color, Dolby, DTS Surround Sound, NTSC
• Original language: English, French, Spanish
• Subtitled in: Spanish, French
• Dubbed in: Spanish, French
• Number of discs: 1
• Dimensions: .25 pounds
• Running time: 100 minutes

Amazon.com
This 1995 family film tries to put a fun spin on the story of a paranormalist and widower (Bill Pullman) who moves into a new house with his daughter (Christina Ricci) and meets up with the ghost of a dead little boy. Based on the comic book about Casper the friendly ghost, the film is a dreary series of awkward interactions between live actors and computer effects, and you can almost see Pullman and Ricci reconsidering the project while on camera. A few cameo appearances from uncredited stars help things a bit. But there's no way, based on this film, that one could have guessed that its director, Brad Silberling, would go on to make the exceptional drama City of Angels. --Tom Keogh

From The New Yorker
In what might be an attempt at an apology to parents the world over for last summer's lifeless "Flintstones," Steven Spielberg has taken another shot at producing a TV franchise. The story is pure hokum; it involves a dead mother, a lonely child, a grieving father, hidden treasure, and a dead-are-watching-over-us finale that's almost unbearable. But the production is a wonder of creamy Gaudí-inspired sets and breathtaking computer-generated marvels. The director, Brad Silberling, gets very convincing performances from Christina Ricci and Bill Pullman, and he allows Casper and his three unruly uncles, Fatso, Stretch, and Stinkie, to move around with the animated authority of Roger Rabbit. They steal the film. -Bruce Diones
Copyright © 2006 The New Yorker