![]() ![]() ![]() The hitch: Callie’s father was famed Ghostbuster crackpot Egon Spengler (the late Harold Ramis, who co-wrote the first two films with Aykroyd), and the clan’s new heartland digs rest on ground zero for supernatural activity.Īs Phoebe and Trevor begin to pick through the detritus of their grandfather’s life – proton packs, ghost traps, a rusted Ecto-1 – Reitman teases a genuinely compelling intergenerational tension: How do you live up to your family’s name while also trying to forge your own path? Unfortunately, the answer, as delivered by the second half of Afterlife, is: copy, paste, repeat. After Callie’s estranged father dies, the family pack up for Summerville, Okla., where they hope to start a new life. Taking place 30 years after the events of 1989′s Ghostbusters II, the film focuses on harried single mother Callie (a slumming Carrie Coon) and her two wise-beyond-their-years kids, the teenage slacker Trevor (Finn Wolfhard) and the preteen STEM genius Phoebe (Mckenna Grace). See you in the car!”) and then digitally nuked, proton-blast-style, all traces of Paul Feig’s 2016 Ghostbusters reboot. It is the entire Ghostbusters brain trust admitting that the fans have always been right, that they can never be wrong, and that all their devotion and unquestioning nostalgia is the only thing that matters, that will ever matter, so far as ghostbustin’ is concerned.Įveryone would have saved a lot of time and money and frustration had Jason simply written his father a nice note (“Congrats, pop, on making such a fun movie. ![]() It is Sony Pictures admitting that they should have never made a “lady” Ghosbusters. It is Jason Reitman admitting that he will never match the creative powers of his father. Instead, it is a gigantic, perverse admission of defeat. So much so that Ghostbusters: Afterlife is not really a movie at all. But nearly everything else – from certain lines of dialogue to specific demigod mythologies to seemingly minor references to Crunch candy bars to Elmer Bernstein’s score – is here. Okay, the supernatural fellatio bit hasn’t survived into director Jason Reitman’s sequel to his father Ivan’s original two films. ![]()
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