Rob Oatman

I have a problem on my hands. It goes like this: There a hundred or so things I like about this film. I just can't say them, as my words are choked out by a fair bit of hatred. Listen, I enjoyed the new characters, aside from the mom, who manages to put a massive drag on every scene she's in. Podcast is funny. Phoebe is excellent. Gary is good until he pulls his own ghost move by largely disappearing about halfway through. If you see this movie and start thinking about Rey in the Star Wars sequels, you'll be on to something. This movie thinks we care more about the car, the ghost traps and the proton packs than we actually do. Those things aren't really why we loved the original. But they pop up again, again and again. I never thought Bill Murray would be involved with this project if it were just for a tack-on role. It's a tack-on role. At least Ray runs a bookstore, and Winston has something undefined going on, too. Murray's Venkman? He took a job at SUNY Cortland. And? And? And???? Nothing. The movie loves the late Harold Ramis, though, and we DO learn a lot about Egon's life after 1984. But this whole thing is a largely lifeless endeavor. Too bad.