From a very young age, I subconsciously understood that Ghostbusters is not really about the supernatural threat against Manhattan––it’s about *this guy* conquering the supernatural threat against Manhattan. It’s a Reagan-era Invasion of the Body Snatchers, in which the guy most able to think for himself is impervious to the threat. Except, that as scripted by Dan Ackroyd and Harold Ramis, and played by Bill Murray, this anti-hero would look like a villain if not for his fluid, inexplicable charisma.
This thing I wrote about Ghostbusters was published after I left for Branson. I’m back now, but I’m going to San Diego on Tuesday.