Wonderfully AWFUL! :D
There is a sub-category of bad movie, that is a total joy to watch.
IT knows it's a bad movie. It makes damn sure YOU know it's a bad movie. It has utterly no pretentions that every successive frame is going to do anything but get steadily sillier and ludicrously worse.
And it makes sure you love it. "High Spirits" invites you to frolick in its awfulness, with a whoop of unabashed delight. It's a celebration of what great fun it is, to be a dumb Irish ghost movie. (Whee!)
An early exchange:
MRS. PLUNKETT: "...your father is furious!"
PETER: "Mother, father has been dead for twenty years."
(Pause.)
MRS. PLUNKETT: (not backing up an inch)"Well, he's still UPSET..."
IMHO, this bit is topped only by the arrival of Mr. Plunkett's ghost (who still apparantly pays conjugal visits to his widow) and the thunderous rant of Shakespearean melodrama, where Peter O'Toole dresses down "the old goat" for "dying on me, ***JUST LIKE THAT***!!!" ROFL!
Liam Neeson has never looked hotter. ;) I wish he did comedies more often.
Darryl Hannah, whose acting I normally despise, was actually funny.
Steven Gutenberg was tolerable. That's good, for him.
(Most memorable quote: "Don't you just...love...whiting.")
Rent it out this St. Patrick's Day!