When I heard that Harold Ramis had died, I wondered why I didn’t share the pain of the other mourners littering my Facebook feed. The truth is I had seen neither Ghostbusters nor Groundhog Day, so my sadness was regrettably minimal. Therefore, it made perfect sense for my boyfriend and I to continue our 80s movie trend with a screening of Ghostbusters from 1984. In my defense I did used to watch the cartoon.
I loved it, but to be honest I wasn’t expecting it to be so creepy ghosty. I always imagined it to be in the Casper realm, whereas in reality it was almost heading towards Dawn of the Dead. Biblical passages, apocalyptic visions, rotting taxi drivers and possessed Exorcist-esque women were more than enough to convince me this was a far cry from Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso.
The Ghostbusters start out as a group of university parapsychologists, who are kicked out for not producing the right results from their experimental research. They decide to start a business in getting-rid-of-ghosts, and are soon called upon by Sigourney Weaver after she finds a parallel world in her fridge. They get straight to work, and eventually find themselves on top of an apartment building fighting off a bitchy demi-god, two satanic dogs and a rather large Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Needless to say, everything works out in the end.
The Ghostbusters themselves, played by Peter Venkman (Bill Murray), Raymond Stantz (Dan Aykroyd), Egon Spengler (Harold Ramis) and Winston Zeddemore (Ernie Hudson), are a fabulous troop. I also feel really sad that Egon/Harold has passed away, especially after Google told me he also wrote the film with Aykroyd. Perhaps I’ll watch Groundhog Day next?