12-year-old Kevin, along with his mother, her personal medium and slippery boyfriend Tony arrives in Solvania. They settle in an old castle where Kevin's mother plans to open a spa. But the ghost of the girl Sophie lives there against the barbaric alteration. The children make a deal: Kevin will help Sophie return the castle, she will bring to clean water scammer Tony. And they will be supported by the manager Paul.
This moronic children’s film (although almost all of them were in the 90s and early zeros) has nothing to do with the charming fairy tale of Otfried Proisler and resembles a parody of Casper, Home Alone and Two: Me and My Shadow. Not funny. His sleepy boredom could be envied by lectures from the SSU channel, awkward acting - stars of Russian TV series, and helpless script - novice fikreiters. Looking like an anecdotal blonde, the mother of GG, once a popular actress, tries to open a spa for some reason in a medieval castle in a certain [fictional] European country of Solvenia, being an American and, of course, living in the States. The ghost girl perfectly understands that some Yankees are destroying her house, and is quite capable of scaring them to a mountain of bricks that would be enough to build another castle, but for some reason only sluggishly moves objects and somehow does not try at all. Tony cartoonishly maligns in a duet with a "medium" who is far from Whoopi Goldberg. This is not the case when everything is so bad that it is even good.
The budget for the film industry was clearly spent for the most part on the flight to Romania, where the shooting took place. Nightmarish computer graphics, generating cheap and squalid special effects, causes bloody tears, and zero acting negates the already unbrilliant jokes, turning the film into what is ironically called “unrestrained fun”. One ridiculous scene succeeds another, causing regret for the time killed in such a tedious way.
Control to the head – confusing voiceover comments, which gives already an adult GG. Why and why is not explained.
Amazingly, Western audiences praise this knee-deep nightmare. Probably nostalgia. Without its narcotic effects, it is absolutely impossible to follow the adventures of the heroes with at least minimal interest.