Published at: Aug. 2, 1999, 1:59 a.m. CST by headgeek
Watching GHOSTBUSTERS at The Alamo
Drafthouse with a collective of cool aficionados
of GHOSTBUSTERS was a fantastic treat.
I went with Cora Smith and Annette Kellerman. It
was the night of Cora Smith’s birthday and a
follow-up to RUN
LOLA RUN. We were coming off a buzz of
Strawberry Margarita’s at Trudy’s, and heading for
many glasses of Guinness whilst watching this classic
film.
I love GHOSTBUSTERS. Like these other films I’m
reviewing tonight (SUPERMAN, CLOSE
ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND and
ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK), this film was
formulative in my state of consciousness.
It was 1984, when I first saw this film and my world
had just gone to hell. My parents had just divorced, I
was bodysnatched from Austin and taken to what I
felt was a desolate outback environment conducive to
my displeasure.
Movies were a reminder of Austin, so I grasped at
them like a life preserver from a sinking ship.
GHOSTBUSTERS filled me with joy, lifting me from
a melancholy self-loathing state and forced me to
procure a Walkman emblazoned with the Ghostbuster
symbol and inside... A cassette blasting Ray Parker
Jr, The Thompson Twins, Air Supply, Mick Smiley
and just enough of Elmer Bernstein’s classic score to
keep that smile on my face.... constantly.
Aykroyd, Murray, Ramis, Moranis, Hudson, Potts
and Weaver were all in a state of perfection.
Everything about this film is just.... right.
The practical effects, the complete lack of CGI, the
sweetness and charisma of Bill Murray, the droll of
Harold Ramis, the simplicity of Aykroyd, the run-on
sentences and inanity of Moranis, the trapped in the
headlights ‘doe’ look of Sigourney Weaver and
transformation into seductress, and the regular
joe-ness of Ernie Hudson.
Unlike the upcoming MYSTERY MEN, this film IS
perfect. The characters are more than simply for
laughs. At moments in MYSTERY MEN some of the
characters flash to the brilliance that lays
SUSTAINED within GHOSTBUSTERS.
Here... The entire narrative arc is just soooo
deliciously perfect. Having the guys have their first,
panicky meeting with a full-torso phantasm in the
library, so that we can see that they really are a rabble
of amateurs in a world where there is no real
expertise.
They have genius bottled and pickled with a total lack
of common sense. Spengler, Stantz and Venkman
embody Harrison Ford’s line from RAIDERS OF
THE LOST ARK, they are “Just making it up as they
go along” to paraphrase badly.
When you think about it, the EPA is completely in the
right to shut these guys down. They all have
unlicensed nuclear accelerators on their backs. That
let loose with beams that at least have sterilized
themselves (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing). God
only knows the environmental hell they are plunging
New York int... Well, hell, there really isn’t any
harm done. Maybe they do all their dumping on the
New Jersey side.
In addition to watching this at the Drafthouse, I also
have just watched it on that super-duper most cool
DVD and man.
I so completely agree with the statement on the
commentary about how iconic those guys looked in
their Ghostbuster garb.
That just looked like the proper uniform that a
Ghostbuster would wear. Then there’s that concept
that apparently Slimer is the ghost of John Belushi...
But at the Alamo Drafthouse, the audience was
riddled with laughter from beginning to end. They
weren’t laughing at the film, but with the film. This is
the definitive classic funny movie from the Eighties
for me.
There are lines that just instantly cause laughter from
me and my friends. The smallest things like how
Moranis keeps locking himself out, to Egon’s affinity
for mucus, to Walter Peck having no penis. The film
is perfect.
Once again, the beauty of matte paintings, the work
from Richard Edlund, the snappy editing, the
wonderful widescreen look of it all.
I so love Venkman perverse glee with which he toys
with and alternately seduces the dweeb and babe that
he is allegedly testing for the results of negative
reinforcement of ESP. How the gum comes out of
that guy’s mouth. The reverence with which the
Twinkie speech is made, or the rewarding of the
Nestle Crunch bar.
The immortal line, “When somebody asks you if you
are a God, you say YES!” A simple life rule. That
line has so affected me. You wouldn’t believe how
powerful the word YES has been.
While I have a fondness for the second film, there is a
mystical all pistons are firing perfection with the first
film. Every character seems like destiny created it.
As if these actors were placed on this planet to make
this particular movie.
It’s a film that I always wish to see another chapter
of, but.... if it never happens, I’m pleased cause at
least I got this much. GHOSTBUSTERS is one of
those films that I’ve seen more times than I can recall,
but it seems I have yet to see it too much.
Over the 15 years since it’s creation I have yet to find
it’s jokes stale, the relationships rancid and the effects
lacking.
If you have been pussy-footing around with the idea
of buying the new DVD of this film, don’t kid
yourself.... It’s worth every single penny. Hell, it’s
likely to be the DVD that I test the limits of. Can a
DVD be used too much? I’ll find out. In my life,
I’ve had to buy the tape 3 times.... I keep wearing
them out.
A perfect film. You believe these guys can lose. You
want them to win. All is right in the world when the
credits roll.... and of course... there are magical things
that go bump in the night. Ya just gotta love that.