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At long last, it’s time for one of the most anticipated movies of 2016. They’ve been talking about Ghostbusters 3 for more than 20 years, and the announcement that they’d be remaking the first movie instead of bringing together a nostalgia-driven second sequel was met with outrage. The leadup to this movie has been filled with controversy, with fans railing against the concept for artistic, nostalgic and sexist reasons, and given that the cast and crew were clearly aware of the vitriol they faced and, dismissing it all as sexism, proceeded anyway, there was anticipation of that “fuck tha haterz” sentiment making it into the movie as well. This was going to be chaos. There was so much that was about to happen here — an explosion of special effects, appeals to nostalgia, heavy-handed misandry and possibly very bad or even very good filmmaking.
Well, it’s here, and it is so fucking boring.
Ghostbusters details the assembly of a new quartet of ghost-hunting wisecrackers. It starts with Erin Gilbert (Kristen Wiig) being kicked out of her job teaching at Columbia University when a scientifically unfounded book about ghosts she wrote with Abby Yates (Melissa McCarthy) several years ago resurfaces. Gilbert confronts Yates and her new research partner, Jillian Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon), and they discover that everything in their book is completely true. At Yates’ insistence, they set up a company to help people catch ghosts. Later, walking stereotypes named Patty Tolan (Leslie Jones) and Kevin Beckman (Chris Hemsworth) show up to help, and the group faces off against a men’s rights activist named Rowan North (Neil Casey).


