Sure enough, first night in the house comes a moaning and a crying echoing through the rafters. Or the basement. Or everywhere. It's one of the more creepy things I've seen on film, or heard on film, actually... but thankfully for my state of mind at the moment, when we finally see the spook, it ain't so creepy, and by that time the ghost has rather been defanged. The film too, if in a pleasant way: Roderick has been falling for Stella, taking her sailing and writing songs for her (he's a composer; the tune "Stella by Starlight" originated here), and the ghost gets placated. Though I bet the dog never ever goes upstairs even after that.

A suspiciously bargain-basement real-estate deal is at the heart of 1947's The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, too -- here it's Gene Tierney's Lucy Muir, a recent widow with a young child, snapping up a seaside cottage at an irresistibly low rent. It's furnished and everything, complete with the shade of the sea captain who died there, Daniel Gregg (Rex Harrison: My Fair Lady). But there's no affrightening going on: Lucy is a woman with her head on straight, and she's rather charmed by the Captain, for all that he's real a pain in the ass.

Down-to-earth Lucy and the gruffly acerbic of Daniel set this flick apart -- this is perhaps the least spectral ghost story I've ever seen, a charming tale of two lost and lonely souls, one of which just happens to be dead, who take some grudging comfort in each other's presence. (Director Joseph L. Mankiewicz, working from a novel by R.A. Dick, was no stranger to sensible, even snarky matter-of-factness: see his All About Eve.) While theirs is hardly a grand passion, their relationship is most agreeable... which is just fine when you don't wanna be afraid of no ghost.

Rex Harrison is one of the corporeal characters in 1945's Blithe Spirit, a deliciously cheeky Noel Coward concoction by way of director David Lean (Lawrence of Arabia, The Bridge on the River Kwai). When an evening's entertainment of a senace goes wrong -- or right, actually -- his Charles Condomine has to face a tricky dilemma: the ghost of his dead wife, Elvira (Kay Hammond), appears, and sharpens her snarky verbal claws against Charles's new wife, Ruth (Constance Cummings), of whom she most definitely does not approve. It's a romantic triangle -- there's one in Mrs. Muir, too -- in which one of the sides is undead. But nobody's perfect, right?

The best aspects of Spirit is its lightheartedness, which makes it perfect for an easygoing Halloween -- it takes place in an alternate England, for one, where there appears to be no war raging. Harrison evinces a far more carefree panache than in many of his other screen appearances, and it's a tie between Hammond and the adorably pie-faced Jacqueline Clarke, who plays the Condomines' maid, Edith, for the second-place steal-the-movie slot. First place goes to Margaret Rutherford as Madame Arcati, the hilariously tweedy medium who seances Elvira back into the world.

I would love to live in the Noel Coward's universe, where everyone's droll and dresses for dinner, even the dead. Topper, from 1937, isn't one of Coward's -- it's based on a novel by Thorne Smith -- but it's the same spirit. Look, its heroes, the undead Marion and George Kerby (Constance Bennett and Cary Grant), killed themselves by driving drunk and crashing into a tree, and then get to spend the rest of the movie in their evening clothes. There are worse ways to spend eternity, I guess... but the point is, the charming and witty darlings who get to spend eternity wandering around in their evening clothes and haunting their stick-in-the-mud friend Cosmo Topper (Roland Young) died because they were driving drunk. This simply wouldn't happen in a movie today, bad example for the children and all that.

It's fine for us all-too-spooked grownups, though. Hell, the movie's in black-and-white -- the kids won't want to watch it anyway.

The Uninvited
viewed at home on a small screen
not rated
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Topper
viewed at home on a small screen
not rated
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