The character, Katie Scott , read his book.
In an era of perceived bubble-headed beautiness, if you were a woman who looked like that she confessed… (in a roundabout unspoken way, of course)… his assertive negotiating style gave her encouragement.
An inner-fire of empowerment at the table with men amongst men — corporate raiders and a greedy charmer who wants both her money… and her body.
My oh my…
What shall a demure gal so ‘in love’ (and mightily directed by her late husband’s ghost) do?
Um, eh… conjure up a diabolical plot to have a young man drown so that Mr. Scott can take his body?
Ohhhh yeeeeah baaaaaaby…. now we’re on to something titillating.
This plot (lest I even mention the acting in the movie) isn’t any piece de resistance; however, Trump as Trump in this clip of Ghosts Can’t Do It gives it a… oh how shall I say… ‘hero with a thousand faces’ kind of Oscar-worthy nomination:
P.S. If you’re not a mere mortal, and maybe come from some far away planet where you were already infused with such incredible charismatic superpowers, then DO NOT read my Introduction to Manifest Life 2.0.
If, however, you are okay accepting you’ve got flaws, kinks and sad sap issues, like most of us humans, then sign up here…