Dear Gossips,
I’m not finished talking aboutGhostbustersyet. My friend Lorella and her husband took their two sons, 12 and 8, to the movies this weekend. It was betweenThe Secret Life Of PetsandGhostbusters。When it was time for Lorella to vote, she told her kids that she was voting forGhostbustersbecause 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 “Ghostbusterswas 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 loveGhostbustersTHAT much, why wouldn’t you want MOREGhostbusters? That’s ridiculous.”
So they went to seeGhostbusters.And I anxiously waited for Lorella to tell me how it went. Her text to me afterwards:
A)My boys love the originalGhostbusters
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?
Ghostbustersdid 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).Ghostbustershad 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 thoughGhostbustersisn’t “perfect”, there is a scene in the movie that does represent“30 seconds” of perfect。卡罗琳因特网Vox认为这些30年代econds – which revolve around Kate McKinnon’s Holtzmann – is whereGhostbustersmeetsMad Max’s Furiosa and Rey inStar 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,
1zplay
