Bertram Pincus is not a happy camper. He is a dentist, a profession in which he finds delight in preventing patients from talking with him. He is unmarried, friendless, a loner, meticulous, obtuse, at times ridiculous. When a birthday cake is laid on for a friendly colleague in his office, he sneaks out. To join in the celebration would make his skin crawl. He is nasty to innocent bystanders. 

He does all of this in a British accent, almost between clenched teeth, and reminds me a little of Terry-Thomas at full flood: an unmitigated bounder wrapped in propriety. He is about to have his moat breeched. This assault is set in motion when a bus flattens Frank Herlihy (Greg Kinnear). Frank’s death turns out to be linked to Bertram’s colonoscopy. As you can imagine, Bertram is a man who considers a colonoscopy a grievous violation of privacy. 

Bertram is technically dead for seven minutes during the procedure. (Don’t put yours off; this is a microscopically rare phenomenon.) That makes him sort of half-dead, half-alive after he recovers, and as a result he can see both living people and ghosts. This puts him in urgent demand among the ghosts, who yearn to communicate with their loved ones and need him as a medium. The most desperate ghost he encounters is Frank, who was having an affair with his yoga instructor, but now deeply regrets it and wants to communicate with his wife, Gwen (Tea Leoni). 

 

Never mind about the plot details, which spin out in more or less obligatory fashion. Focus instead on Tea Leoni, lovable down to her toenails, and Frank, cursed by having to live (or die, that is) enveloped in guilt and gloom. Bertram recoils when a stranger approaches him. He is even more inconvenienced by ghosts. And he is the last man on earth who would attract Gwen, or be attracted by her, so of course he and Gwen find themselves falling in love, causing unspeakable frustration for Frank. 

 

Ghost Town is a lightweight rom-com elevated by its performances. It is a reminder that the funniest people are often not comedians, but actors playing straight in funny roles. Consider Cary Grant in Topper (1937), the obvious inspiration for David Koepp, who directed and co-wrote Ghost Town with John Kamps. Because both Gervais and Kinnear seem so urgent in their desires, and because Tea Leoni has a seemingly effortless humor and grace, this material becomes for a while sort of enchanting. 

 

Yes, it is required that the plot have some of its characters living happily ever after, and that requires some dialogue that is, excuse me, corny. I suppose it comes with the territory. There is poignancy in a subplot involving Dana Ivey as a woman who wants to communicate with her daughters, and indeed a whole crowd of ghosts hoping to send messages to the other side. We have this comforting notion of our deceased loved ones smiling down benevolently from heaven.



Now that they’re getting a good look at us, they’re probably tearing out their hair. 

Ghost Town

Three stars

 

Stars: Ricky Gervais, Tea Leoni and Greg Kinnear

Director: David Koepp

Rated: PG-13 for some strong language, sexual humor and drug references

Theaters: Century Olympia, Galaxy Tacoma 6, Galaxy Uptown Theatre, Lakewood Cinema 15, 

Longston Place 14, Regal Martin Village 16