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These days pretty much every 'ghost' documentary is largely fake, lots of. Bangs, screams and voices saying "get out" etc, but once upon a time, in the 80s and 90s we actually had documentaries that attempted to seriously, objectively, explore the subject. That doesn't mean no witness ever lies or exaggerates, but the producers, directors and narrators were in most cases trying to do the job properly, irrespective of whether it made for 'exciting' television, leaving the viewer to make up their own mind.

Discovery's 1996-97 Ghosthunters was one of those, and as such very worth a watch, though I doubt there's enough action for fans of more recent ghost shows. Some episodes are definitely better than others, but overall I'd give it the thumbs up.

It amazes me that anybody genuinely thinks this wafer-thin ego trip for Angela Landsbury is a "great show". The plots are hilariously full of holes and the characters utterly unbelievable, but the worst aspect by far is the endless polishing of Ms Fletcher's ego. She teaches tennis pros to play tennis, computer experts how to code, the finest chefs how to cook, ad infinitum. We are even supposed to believe this ancient, narcissist gargoyle of middling intelligence is a total über-babe, with men young and old drawn to her like a magnet.

The entire house of cards also rests on the 'fact' that all policemen are fundamentally stupid, inept, incompetent, clueless, untrained imbeciles. Now I realise that police everywhere have their failings, but if you believed this drivel you'd think there's not a decent cop in the country.