So the reviews are in for Ghost. The are not good.
.
I have to quote some from the New
York Times (and this is the nice reviewer).
.
Toward the close
of Thursday night’s performance of this thrill-free singing theme-park ride,
the sound of grinding metal echoed through the Lunt-Fontanne Theater. The
complicated machinery of the moving sets stopped moving, and the curtain was
brought down for almost a half-hour while a technical glitch was solved.
Surely the ghosts
of the foremost acting couple of the Broadway theater in the 20th century had
been roused from their posthumous slumbers to make a little mischief, aghast at
the dreary digital spectacle taking place on the boards they once nobly trod.
...
These high-tech
flourishes lend the show the feel of one of those sensory-bath,
movie-inspired rides at the Universal Studios and Disney theme parks. But the
thrill is fairly minimal, since the seats in the Lunt-Fontanne can’t make like
a roller coaster and jolt us around, addling our brains to the point of
forgetting the plodding apparatus of the story.
...
But you quickly
grow weary of Sam’s obtuseness about the rules of the post-mortem game. Long
after a friendly fellow ghost (Lance Roberts) has laid down the law about the
separation between the living and the dead, Sam can’t seem to get it into his
head that people can’t hear him. He keeps angrily chasing around the stage,
shouting things like, “Molly, get out!” and “Molly, don’t listen to him!”
Clearly death does not do much to improve I.Q. We can only hope there are no
SATs in heaven.