Busted

Over the weekend, we lost Ivan Reitman, best known for directing Ghostbusters and Ghostbusters 2. His son just recently took over the franchise, directing Ghostbusters: Afterlife, which was fairly well received. But the original director of Ghostbusters is gone. He was 75.

I wasn’t lucky enough to see the original in theatres; going to movies when I was younger was extremely rare. Instead, I caught the film on cable, usually on HBO or Cinemax. It was extremely quotable, sometimes downright terrifying–the Terror Dogs gave me nightmares!–but hilarious as hell, although some of the jokes soared over my head. (I did not get the entire “Key Master/ Gate Keeper” analogy. Not until I was an adult, anyway.)

It ended up being a fairly big part of my childhood; I quoted it often, sometimes scribbled quotes from the movie in my journal, and my parents called the kid down the street “The Key Master”, since he resembled Rick Moranis, only slightly blonder. When The Real Ghostbusters started airing on ABC, I made sure to watch every Saturday morning.

I honestly kinda wanted to be a Ghostbuster as a kid. Not in a “start a franchise” way. No, I wanted to be in New York City, in that firehouse, away from my mother and as far away from North Carolina as I could get.

There might have been a small nuclear generator in the basement of the Ghostbusters’ headquarters, but that seemed a hell of a lot safer than my mother’s atomic temperament. Even the ghosts didn’t seem so frightening. But then again, Slimer and I would have probably raised enough hell to drive Venkman insane, which would have been a blast.

Of course, actual Ghostbusters don’t exist. Ghosts probably don’t exist either. (Give me actual proof and I will absolutely change my opinion!) But that universe was fun. It was another escape from my life when I was younger. Now the person who helped to bring it to life is gone. The world seems to be a darker place for it.

If there’s any justice in the universe, Ivan Reitman is having a blast in the afterlife with Harold Ramis. At least, one can hope. Too bad the physical plane of reality feels so much emptier now.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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