Let’s Go Haunt Hong Kong
To say Yan, a single young female, is bonkers-between-the-ears is an understatement. She was that way long before she moved into a haunted apartment building and started seeing visions of dead people. (Probably just the ghosts of freshness expired tenants who died there.)
When Yan and her easily spelled name goes to a psychologist, the doc starts seeing dead people as well, which triggers his suicidal tendencies. Yep, that’s a medical professional I wanna go to.
Ghosts show up in bathroom mirrors but not in the toilet. Ghosts show up in the pool, but not on the diving board. The psychologist, in an attempt to rid himself of these visions, self-medicates via shock therapy. This aspect really needed exploring since they weren’t gonna show naked anything.
The doc cures the chick and eventually moves in and makes out with her, but he can’t cure himself. What the heck, doc? Just write yourself a prescription and get over it. What are all these issues living people have with ghosts anyway? So what if spirits can see you playing with yourself — so can your neighbors.
Inner Senses (aka, Yee do hung gaan/2002) is Hong Kong’s answer to The Sixth Sense (1999). Boring, predictable, slow and anti-climactic, it was also the answer to a question no one asked.