Almost all the reviews I’ve read of the rebooted Ghostbusters hurry to reassure the reader that this movie doesn’t have a message or an axe to grind. And I was, frankly, a little disappointed. I wanted this movie to be awesome and to make some pointed remarks.
All the reviewers were wrong. This is a very pointed movie.
(Before I get to the spoiler warning, you have to go see this movie if only for Kate McKinnon, who is amazing.)
From here on out, spoilers ahead, though, really, if you’ve seen the original, I’m not giving away much of the plot.
Erin is up for tenure at Columbia. Her boss snipes about her insufficiently prestigious letters of recommendation (from mere Princeton!), and about her clothes. He never says what his problem is with her clothes, leaving her to try to suss it out for herself. “Too sexy?” “Never mind.”
Abby wants soup. That’s all she wants. Soup. Something other people get everyday. But she can’t get any soup until she’s saved the world.
When our fearsome foursome do have an enormous breakthrough, first no one believes them. Then they are told, for the greater good, that they need to be quiet about it.
Our villain is turned into a genocidal mass murderer because he believes he’s been mocked and ignored and not afforded basic human dignity. Most of the abuse he deals with in the movie seems to be very mild and self-afflicted. Nothing like what the women have already had to deal with. But none of them are evil!
Erin tries to warn the Mayor, but he dismisses her.
And in the end, Kevin insists that he was the one who saved the world. They did everything and some dumb ass man is taking the credit for it.
Finally, let’s talk for a minute about Kevin. Chris Hemsworth is amazing in the role which is one-note (he’s so pretty but so dumb) but he still gets more screen time and more depth and much more action than Janine in the original movie. But men are still crying sexism.
Yeah, this is a feminist movie with a message to deliver. And I’m glad.