Eighties gems, repackaged for the Christmas season – but which one you gonna call? Leaning harder on the risqué cracks of Bill Murray’s bone-dry ’Buster Dr Venkman, the sequel lacks the schoolboy energy of its predecessor – fittingly tackled by an upbeat yak-track with helmer Ivan Reitman and co-writer Harold ‘Egon’ Ramis. A budget effects tip? Grade-A ectoplasm requires only Chinese food starch and a bucket.
Elsewhere things get humdrum. Dan Aykroyd may have had the same physics teacher as the team at L’Oreal (“The space between atomic particles is as infinite as, er, other space... outside!”), but even his wacky theories on spook science can’t save a flimsy promo featurette from pointlessness.
The films themselves will still send shivers up the spine. A shame, then, that this treatment seems cobbled together with all the imagination of a bloke moaning under a tablecloth.
DVD Extras:
Film Maker's Commentary, Featurette, Storyboards, Photo Gallery.
