The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (1966)
(On Cable TV, September 2019) I’ve been watching so many great (or at least respectable) 1960s movies lately that an impulse viewing of The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (motivated by no other reason that the title was similar to The Ghost and Mrs. Muir) brought me back to some kind of more reasonable assessment of the period—let’s face it: the 1960s weren’t all French New Wave and New Hollywood: there were plenty of crude B-grade (or worse) stinkers in the mix. So it is that The Ghost and Mr. Chicken is far closer to mediocre zero-effort filmmaking: pedestrian direction, lame jokes, unlikable protagonist (Don Rickles isn’t for everyone, I guess) and very predictable plotting in the Scooby-Doo vein. (Of course, it wasn’t supernatural… OR WAS IT?!?) Even using the old favourite “spend a night in a haunted house!” premise doesn’t do much to raise any interest in the final result. There’s little artistic intent here nor skillful execution in The Ghost and Mr. Chicken—just a cheap comic star vehicle that falls almost completely flat if you’re not already a fan of the actor being featured.