I am a writer and a filmmaker.
I love movies.
That's all anyone needs to know.
That this movie got any mainstream traction at all is very likely due to its association with the Marvel Studios brand. And I’m glad that, for better or worse, it has an audience. Because it is - without a doubt - the single most interesting and unique film to come from under that brand.
This does not mean “best.” Because, no, it isn’t. But for all the chorus that is quick to point out a mechanical uniformity to the filmmaking…
I’m sure Jason Reitman has a very special relationship with Ghostbusters. He literally grew up with them. His dad directed the classic original, as well as its underrated sequel, in which little Jason even has a cameo...
In any case, that connection and ownership are both reflected in this wistful, nostalgic film, that treats the Ghostbusters universe as sacrosanct - and gives it the sort of epic mythologizing usually reserved for something like Star Wars.
Because it’s clear that, apart…
Can good performances elevate a shit film?
And so, I present for your consideration this barely released and mostly unheard of little chiller from a couple of years ago that can answer that question with a resounding "maybe."
Because, all things considered, the first hour of this is kind of intriguing. It is during the film's second hour - as things eventually sink into a river of spiritual gobbledygook - that the eyes ever so assuredly begin to roll.
Maybe writer/director Guy Ferland has a point about men and their one track minds. And about a woman's insecurity as she grows older in this modern age of ageism and sexism. And the impetuousness and hedonism of youth. And middle aged men not ever wanting to lose that youth.
Because this movie is about all those things. And maybe it's valid subject matter for an incisive, dramatic film made by an intelligent, subtle filmmaker.
But this is not that film.…