Much of the conversation around the gender-swapped remake of “Ghostbusters” has been protests from (mostly) male fans of the original, who don’t want to see women in the roles popularized by Dan Aykroyd, Bill Murray, Harold Ramis and Ernie Hudson in the 1984 original. But what’s the fun in re-creating a direct facsimile of a piece of art or entertainment? This version, directed by Paul Feig, written with Katie Dippold, starring Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon and Leslie Jones, proves to be a fun and fresh way to reboot the franchise.
The beloved original “Ghostbusters” was a cultural phenomenon, and nothing will retroactively change that. But the “Ghostbusters” that 2016 demands is not the one from 1984. All the predatory leering, sensual dream ghosts and weirdly sexy ghost possession would go over about as well as a Bill Cosby joke this year, and the gender-flip is the exact right way — the only way — to reboot “Ghostbusters.” Happily, Feig and team easily pull it off. The film is legitimately hilarious, spooky and manages to capture the irreverent fun of the original.
The characters aren’t direct translations from the 1984 film, and they don’t share a universe, but they do have the same story DNA. Erin (Wiig) is the skeptic, Abby (McCarthy) is the enthusiastic go-getting force behind the operation, Holtzmann (McKinnon) is the brains and Patty (Jones) brings the knowledge of New York City.
The performances here are loose and relaxed, and Wiig and McCarthy, who can both push the boundaries of their own weirdness to an extreme level, are mostly reined in. The humor is built out of character moments, funny asides, casual ribbing and ongoing bits that build to a fever pitch over the course of the film (and it doesn’t necessarily translate to ideal trailer moments).