The Spengler family returns to where it all started – the iconic New York City firehouse – to team up with the original Ghostbusters, who’ve developed a top-secret research lab to take busting ghosts to the next level. But when the discovery of an ancient artifact unleashes an evil force, Ghostbusters new and old must join forces to protect their home and save the world from a second Ice Age.
Ah, Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire, a movie where the spooks are cooler than a polar bear's toenails and New York faces an ice age only slightly less terrifying than its last blizzard-induced subway shutdown. Let's dive into this frosty fiesta of phantoms, shall we?
The stars of this chilling sequel—Paul Rudd, Carrie Coon, and Finn Wolfhard—return with such a warm presence you'd swear they single-handedly stopped the frostbite. And the cameos? Oh, the original Ghostbusters strut into the scene with the casual grace of celebrities at a Comic-Con panel, only with more proton packs and less concern for personal space.
The plot is as straightforward as a slinky down the Empire State Building: the Spengler fam bam and their spectral-slaying seniors unearth an artifact that could kickstart the ice age sequel no one asked for. As if New York wasn't cold enough, right? Cue the epic team-up, complete with enough proton beam action to make you forget about your pending electric bill.
What tickled my fancy? The nostalgia hit me harder than my realization that my childhood snacks are now labeled as "vintage." Paul Rudd, America's ageless wonder, steals the show without even trying. The film does a slick handoff from the old guard to the new, and the mid-credit scene? It works for the kids. Just don't stick around for the post-credits; it's emptier than my fridge pre-payday.
My gripes? Sure, it veered into corny territory, like a dad joke marathon, but it had the kiddos cackling, so maybe I'm just too sophisticated for my own good. Predictable? Yes, but so is my friends order at Starbucks, and you don't see me boycotting caramel macchiatos.
A delightful Easter egg for the cinephiles: Gary's choice of movie night is a cheeky nod to Ivan Reitman's Cannibal Girls. And speaking of Reitman, this frosty ghost caper is a tribute to him, adding a layer of warmth beneath its icy exterior.
Let's not forget the light-hearted jab at Ray's smoking habit from the '80s, a throwback that was both hilarious and slightly concerning. How many packs did he go through while battling Slimer?
Ranking this paranormal freeze-fest? I'm giving it a 7.8 out of 10. It's like a good bowl of chili in the winter: hits the spot, warms you up, but let's not pretend it's Michelin star cuisine.
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