First things first: Ghostbusters is finally getting a reboot, but with WOMEN. That’s right. Bustin’ makes ladies feel good, too. The third movie with the original cast was scrapped, probably because Bill Murray is too busy being walking around cities and being weird. The all female lineup is Kristen Wiig, Melissa McCarthy, Kate McKinnon and Leslie Jones.
Here’s a brief introduction on their comedic/paranormal skills:
Wasn’t that wonderful? Some Debbie-Downers (is it Debbo if they’re male?) aren’t as excited that these hilarious women will be bustin’. In their opinions, the feminists have invaded Hollywood to destroy all the things they love. They’re not sexist, but they think women are ruining movies.
— Sajid (@goingbananas78) January 28, 2015
— MrMojoRising7 (@wernermena07) January 29, 2015
— Franz Brolo (@FranzBrolo) January 28, 2015
Im not sexist or anything but female Ghostbusters is a big no!
— Cameron Wisbey (@CreamCameron) January 28, 2015
Im not sexist at all but is a female lead Ghostbusters reboot a good idea? No.
— Jake Moore (@ReAPer9670) January 28, 2015
Sure, maybe they’ll dislike it because the acting is wooden or the plot is weak, but there is no doubt in my mind that most of them will hate it based on the principle that it isn’t the original. It’s different from what I love, so it’s garbage. The movie doesn’t even have a trailer yet, but people are dismissing it because it won’t be the same with women. Everybody knows vaginas and ghosts don’t mix. Even an original Ghostbuster doesn’t understand. Ernie Hudson said about having women bustin’ ghosts: “If it has nothing to do with the other two movies, and it’s all female, then why are you calling it Ghostbusters? […] I love females. I hope that if they go that way at least they’ll be funny, and if they’re not funny at least hopefully it’ll be sexy.” Ugh.
When reboots/remakes/sequels are bad, I get it. It’s annoying that Hollywood ashes its metaphorical cigar over your nostalgia. I cringe at the re-hashed trailers of Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and pray that they leave Beast Wars alone. Don’t you dare, Michael Bay. You stay in your pile of cocaine. You stay there and like it.
At the same time, I have to put my big girl pants on and come to terms with the fact that Hollywood doesn’t care about my childhood. Memories from childhood aren’t a part of this precious bubble that Hollywood will respectfully decline from touching. People make movies about things way more “precious” than your childhood. We have countless movies about the Holocaust, a legitimately sensitive topic that deserves to be treated with respect. We have movies involving genocide, rape and disease. At the same time, people have the audacity to demand the utmost respect from movie producers when it comes to a Saturday morning cartoon.
On a positive note, there are some great movies that “tarnish” originals. You know what was a reboot? The Dark Knight. Star Trek. Lord of the Rings. That’s right, there was an animated movie before Peter Jackson shook his beard full of fairy dust and turned it to movie magic. And there were “books” before that animated movie. *The More You Know*
In the end, nobody cares about your childhood, except you (okay, maybe Buzzfeed). If you want to preserve your rose-coloured time of innocence, purity and imagination, you can choose not to see the reboot. You could not buy the movie ticket. You could re-visit the original book/movie/show. There’s nothing stopping me from watching old episodes of X-men where Wolverine wore spandex and Rogue sounded a bit better than Sookie. Take advantage of the internet by revisiting your favourite things, instead of whining on social media about how the world is horrible because your childhood was ruined 20 years after it ended.