Spoiler Alert: This movie blows.
Last night I saw a movie in the theater called Charlie St. Cloud. Zac Efron dies, then comes back to life to have sex with a ghost in a graveyard. To be fair, he didn't know it was a ghost, though when he did find out it didn't even phase him. Instead, his reaction was to go sailing around the world, presumably in search of other worldly spirits to bone.
That's pretty much the jist of the movie. Oh, he also plays catch with his dead brother on a regular basis and occasionally tries to molest geese, but he looks damn good doing it. Now don't assume I'm gay because I said he's good looking, I was there with my girlfriend as per her birthday request. I say he's good looking because you can't argue with results, and bitches in that theater were losing their God damn minds when Efron lost his shirt.
Zac Mother-F@#king Efron.
Attention: Seeing this movie with your lady will totally get you some action, assuming you don't die of boredom.