We’ve reached the hot, sweaty, uncomfortable peak of The Summer of Joe Estevez. This time, Joe is an exasperated family photographer in a bow tie. He takes pictures of rude kids, so he probably works in some kind of mall kiosk, right? No, oddly enough he has a room in a massive office building. Only two or three other people seem to work in the giant tower, almost as if this movie was made overnight in a building with no film permits? Nah, couldn’t be, we’re just getting cynical. Phone psychic Madame Zora does work in the building, along with an hostile security guard and a sleepy maintenance man you might recognize from Plan 9 From Outer Space. But the building’s most important resident is, of course, the Baby Ghost. Is he the ghost of a baby? Wouldn’t that be sad? You’d think so, but he spends the whole movie giggling happily. Oh, the giggling. So much giggling. Will the giggling have you begging for the incessant guitar noodling from Rollergator? There’s only one way to find out!