Actually scrub that, the stars still matter: they have to be well cast. And they are. Kristen Wiig, Melissa McCarthy, Kate McKinnon and Leslie Jones are nailed on perfect for their roles and even have the same SNL pedigree as original stars Dan Ackroyd and Bill Murray, both of whom add their support for the revamp with amusing cameos. (Ernie Hudson and Sigourney Weaver turn up in the end credits sequences too, just to flip the bird at the Internet haters who poured scorn on the idea of an all-female cast before a shot had been filmed.)
Slime, spookiness, freakery, physical comedy, gizmos, science gags: the ingredients that made the first version a success are all here with the neat twist of the giant big bad spectre during the finale being a distortion of their own Caspar-like logo. My only complaint is that nobody is warned not to cross the streams with the ghost guns. Or ecto-lasers. Or whatever nerds insist we call them.
I'm pointlessly in love with Kate McKinnon who is one of the finest character actors of her generation and utterly uninterested in the romantic attentions of my gender. But she doesn't dominate as all four leads share out the lines and the action to ensure this is the same sort of ensemble affair that SNL-cast movies always were in their 80s heyday. Oh and Chris Hemsworth has proper comic chops, the handsome, muscled bastard!
Ghostbusters 2 was shit back in the day. Can we have a sequel that doesn't lose the thrills, spills and charm of this one, please? I ain't afraid of no ranty, internet virgins who still live with their moms.
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