Reviewed on Cinema Eclectica.

The birth of the existential detective figure who would walk, his shoes tapping loudly, through works by Jim Jarmusch, Daniel Clowes, Don DeLillo and Thomas Pynchon. (Yes, he's just a thug, not a detective. But so is Mike Hammer) If this was just a film about Lee Marvin punching all of Los Angeles, it would be... well, actually it would still be brilliant. But it is so, so, so much more; a psychedelic death trip into…

I was going to add a caveat to this review, to say that perhaps it wasn't a 4.5 film, but if you're queer, or if you're from one of those towns - you know, the ones with shops that you've never seen without the shutters down, the ones whose people are said to be "workshy" by people on TV despite the fact that some of the older residents still have scars on their head that they got from literally, physically…

You shouldn't have to talk about fandom, of course. You shouldn't have to earn the right to offer your opinions on movies, and no good movie should be dependent on goodwill ported over from previous source material. It's just that, for me, there is something a bit special about Ghostbusters - the original movies, and the cartoon series spun off from them. The movies were a bit too scary for young me at the time they came out, actually, so…