Intro for July 25, 2016
I’m not finished talking about Ghostbusters yet. My friend Lorella and her husband took their two sons, 12 and 8, to the movies this weekend. It was between The Secret Life Of Pets and Ghostbusters. When it was time for Lorella to vote, she told her kids that she was voting for Ghostbusters because some people are against it and she wanted to show support with her money. The older boy asked, “Is this the protest because they’re women?” Lorella confirmed that it was. Then the younger boy asked her to explain the protest. Lorella told them that some men felt that “Ghostbusters was important to my childhood and changing it to women ruins that”. There was a pause. And then the 8 year old observed that:
“Well, if you love Ghostbusters THAT much, why wouldn’t you want MORE Ghostbusters? That’s ridiculous.”
So they went to see Ghostbusters. And I anxiously waited for Lorella to tell me how it went. Her text to me afterwards:
A)My boys love the original Ghostbusters
B)They CHEERED for this one
I love this so much. Because why can’t you be a fan of both? Who says it’s not possible?
Ghostbusters did not do well in its second weekend. Which means, as discussed, there’s now an excuse not to do a sequel or a reason to take a time out on “risky” female-driven blockbuster projects (although that doesn’t seem to stop anyone from repeatedly taking risks on whatever it is that Adam Sandler is doing). Ghostbusters had to be perfect. And, no, it wasn’t perfect. But, really, how many movies are? How many are accused of “ruining childhoods” by it?
Speaking of childhoods though, the toy sales for Ghostbusters are “exceeding expectations”, and the female action figures are being sold in the “boys” aisle. Lorella’s 8 year old wants the Lego set for his birthday. Maybe the reason for that is because even though Ghostbusters isn’t “perfect”, there is a scene in the movie that does represent “30 seconds” of perfect. Caroline Franke at Vox argues that these 30 seconds – which revolve around Kate McKinnon’s Holtzmann – is where Ghostbusters meets Mad Max’s Furiosa and Rey in Star Wars, “a visceral, joyful swooping sensation that tells me I’m not just loving something, but feeling it, right in my guts”.
Yours in gossip,