Good Grief. Patrick Bergin plays a bereaved father racked by guilt who begins to see spooky things. He seeks the help of Vanessa Redgrave's medium and the meditation of grief and the will indeed will out! Bergin is so much better than this, why he never graduated to the bigger league is probably explained in a film like this. Where he literally is reduced to smell the fart acting, half heartedly hitting walls when his wife chastise's him for carrying such burdens on his shoulders. Redgrave literally is going through the motions, probably prompted by somebody off screen waving the cheque she is earning for this nonsense. It looks like it was filmed 20 years earlier, but not in a good way, it's devoid of scares, suspense or even intelligence (no the Lost Soul angle doesn't compensate for anything), while the dialogue is as cheese laden as the misty lenses director John Korty thinks passes for atmosphere. UGH! 2/10
