Happy spooky season! After 40 years, we are resurrecting Ghostbusters, but not the original, nor all the sequels and remakes that followed, but Afterlife, the sequel not-sequel remake-yet-not-remake sequel. We have a kid named Podcast, marshmallows with sado-masochistic tendencies, and Paul Rudd with a flower in his hair. At least we have confirmation that Gozer the Gozerian has ALWAYS had a flattop. This movie is wildly entertaining with the OG Ghostbusters seeing the story off to a new generation, with our patron saint of Sci-Fi Sigourney Weaver. I guess we all need to wonder if that earthquake is just a natural phenomenon, or it could be fracking, or is it an underground pyramid heralding the doom of all? At least we know who to call. . .