RIP Harold Ramis
When I was a kid all I ever wanted to be was a Ghostbuster. I was absolutely obsessed. I had the costume. I had the proton pack. And just like my favourite Ghostbuster, I collected spores, molds, and fungus. I was a weird kid. Whenever I was home from school I would constantly force my mother, or whoever was unfortunate enough to be looking after me, to re-enact moments from the film with me, or to imagine and play out our own wacky Ghostbuster adventures. It got to the point that my Grandfather left me a message on a voice recorder and cassette impersonating Egon (at this point everyone in my family had gotten pretty good at doing impressions of all the cast due to their numerous performances in my forced productions of the film. My Nan could do one hell of a Janine) telling me that I would one day be a Ghostbuster… as long as I kept quiet about it. It worked in part, as I believed the tape to be genuine, but I definitely didn’t keep quiet about it.
Ghostbusters was a huge part of my childhood, as it was for many, many other boys and girls. It shaped a large part of who I was then, which in turn shaped who I am now. It is one of my all time favourite films.
One of the great minds behind Ghostbusters, as well as a host of other classics, has passed away. Harold Ramis, Egon Spengler himself, died aged 69. He will be missed.
The man was a heavyweight talent. Responsible for Animal House, Stripes, Caddyshack, Analyze This, and two of the greatest comedy films ever made: Ghostbusters and Groundhog Day. Just look at that output and try telling me the man wasn’t gifted. Hell, just watch the Twinkie scene from Ghostbusters and try to keep a straight face. It’s impossible.