Last night I went to see the new Ghostbusters movie. I didn’t expect much based on the trailers, but enough friends had really enjoyed it that I wanted to see what it was all about.
What knocked my damn socks off was that we had a group of heroic, but realistically problematic, main characters who grew as the movie went on, did bad-ass things, and never really had to do it in spite of or because of being women. They were just… people! Fun, flawed, freaky, fantastic people!
The women ate food. There were no jokes about how or what women ate. There were jokes about the food, sure, but it was also just a normal part of what they did without being inextricably linked to body image and issues therein.
The costumes were real, practical, clothes. There were clothes jokes, but no absurdly sexy outfits, and the jokes were to further develop characters. There was no real fashion focus, beyond the practical/obvious.
Holtzman, however, stole every scene she was in, and I am shedding no tears over that! The character was so much fun, I think I have a little crush on her. I adored Chris Hemsworth’s dumb eye-candy act. I was only disappointed that he never uttered the words “We got one!”
Why is my bar so low for a woman-led movie? Thanks, Hollywood.
Okay, but this time, for Ghostbusters, I really mean it – Thanks, Hollywood!
And on the way out I leave you a great Epic Rap Battle of History: