Let’s get a few things straight first. One, I’m a late 80s baby and I’m well aware of the place Ghostbusters has in the geek world. Two, I’m just as sick of remakes as the rest of you. I get the hate for remakes in general – and while I’ll say that remakes are for the most part useless, this movie is important (which, obviously, I’ll get into later).
I’m not going to even touch how ridiculous it is that fanboys are screaming and crying about how ladies have ruined something so precious, that their childhoods have been murdered forever. Enough people have spoken about it better than I could.
Last Tuesday, after hearing such heartwarming reviews from other women, my roommate and I decided to find a theater to watch it. And I finally saw why so many men hated this movie.
For the first time, it wasn’t made for them in mind.
For the first time ever, I watched a movie I felt was made just for me. And I’ve never felt that way before.