Here's a valuable lesson to be learned from the movies: If you ever find yourself visited by a spirit that only you can see and hear, don't talk to it in public unless you want people to think you're a loon. Of course, if Marlon Wayans, playing a college basketball player literally haunted by the ghost of his more highly regarded basketball-playing brother (Kadeem Hardison), were to follow this rule, The 6th Man would be about 30 minutes shorter. An extra 20 minutes could have been saved were The 6th Man to have been excised of all the wacky scenes of basketball games going all screwy because of Hardison's ghostly interference; shave off an extra 10 if the Big Game leading up to the Big Shot That Will Win Or Lose The Big Game had been scrapped. Which leaves about a half an hour of exposition, all of which is a total snooze, and a five-minute opening flashback sequence that, unless you're asleep or have never seen a movie before, will allow you to predict every single thing that will happen during the film's remainder. Once the fat is trimmed, there is no reason for The 6th Man to exist, and less reason for it to be seen.