The minor, but always memorable Shing Fui-on takes the lead in this ghost comedy about a cop who trails a group of bank robbers to a junk yard and subsequently has a load of scrap iron dropped on him. Our hero is dead but not gone.

A cryptic red glow coupled with downed power lines breathe air into his lungs and so Shing returns home to his pregnant wife as if nothing happened.

Given that he is a walking corpse Shing's forced to make amends in a humorous bit, where he fills a gaping wound in his chest with cookie batter and covers it with one of his wife's maxi pads.

In another, he learns that eating now comes with immediate consequences.

Because his vital signs are always one step away from flat lining Shing regularly electrocutes himself to recharge his batteries though he continues to weaken, but must keep from crossing over until his first born is brought into the world.

While "The Blue Jean Monster" has its moments -- the title alone provokes a grin -- most of the film is poorly acted by a tiresome supporting cast whose bawdy antics are cheap and occasionally just downright gross.