Ghostbusters

Ivan Reitman’s enjoyably silly (and occasionally genuinely scary) supernatural blockbuster about a team of amateurish ectoplasmic exorcists rescuing New York from a plague of ghouls was the most expensive comedy of its time.

Ghostbusters is like romping through Disneyland's haunted house with Bill Murray.

Ghostbusters is primarily a showcase for Murray, who slinks through the movie muttering his lines in his usual cheeky fashion and getting off an occasionally hilarious crack that proves he's thoroughly enjoying himself.

The plotting may be primitive, but it's all carried off with far more style and finesse than one might expect from the creators of Animal House and Meatballs.

Part of the sheer joy of this movie -- aside from the comic timing of Bill Murray -- is the cartoonish crapness of its apparitions and their placid acceptance by the Ghostbusters team.

On balance, Ghostbusters is a hoot. It's Murray's picture, and in a triumph of mind over matter, he blows away the film's boring special effects with his one-liners.

Ghostbusters, for all its wonderful silliness, is an artifact that helps us understand its time, as well as ours.

[P]art of the movie’s success lies in the terrific casting of Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis and particularly, Bill Murray in his hilariously deadpan best as Peter Venkman.

A part of me was for this film because I had enjoyed the cartoon series so much. This movie on its own is just "ok".

This has a long legacy in cinema that is worth considering but I surprisingly didn't enjoy rewatching this. I found myself shrugging my shoulders a lot and being bothered by Winston's character arc or lack thereof.