For the Pleasure of Seeing Her Again opens by telling you what you're not about to see.
"No ghosts will come to haunt the battlements of a castle in the Kingdom of Denmark where, apparently, something is rotten," the narrator begins. "You won't see a brute of a man rip his sweat-drenched T-shirt, shouting: 'Stella! Stella!'"
He was right. We didn't see any of this. The script wasn't complicated, nor were its characters. And the story, well, there wasn't much of a story.