The weird, angry saga that has been the internet reaction to the new version of Ghostbusters has been largely inescapable, with fans taking sides in a strange battle that has whipped together nostalgia, sexism, and the frustrations of fans who suffered through endless hopes of a return of the franchise only to have it finally happen in a way they didn’t want.
I like the original film (and even the cartoon show) a lot, and wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a remake but didn’t really have much investment either way. I thought the trailers made it look aggressively mediocre and I didn’t feel I was going to go out of my way to see it.
But when free tickets to an early preview fall into your lap, you don’t say no, so I hopped on over to a packed theater and saw a 3D film from the front row, which my neck is scolding me for today.
It’s fun! It is a nice, popcorn summer blockbuster that hits the marks of what it set out to do. Is it a classic? No. Is it terrible? No. It’s a fun, summer movie that lives and dies by the chemistry of its cast. (If they work for you, it works. If their humour isn’t yours, it doesn’t.) Everyone should just relax and let it be that.