The re-release of Ghostbusters takes a critic back to a formative movie summer 

Bust Like It's 1984

Feel the spirit when Ghostbusters returns to theaters for one week only

Courtesy of Sony Pictures

Feel the spirit when Ghostbusters returns to theaters for one week only

You're forgiven in advance if you roll your eyes at the blatant pandering to nostalgia that is to follow. It is the very nature of nostalgia to feel rich and relevant to those who are cohorts — generationally or otherwise — while it looks merely self-indulgent and irrelevant to those who are not. I was there when my parents' generation American Graffiti'd and Happy Days'd and Big Chill'd itself toward a conviction that its formative youth experience was the formative youth experience. You'd think I'd have learned a thing or two.

But age does things to our memories, and as Ghostbusters rolls into theaters this weekend for a one-week-only 30th anniversary re-release, it's hard for me not to wax rhapsodic about the cinematic summer of 1984. In a practical sense, it's the very reason I'm writing about movies.

You see, 1984 was the year I got my first real job at a six-screen multiplex in Bakersfield, Calif., just before the end of my junior year of high school. I didn't choose working in a theater because I was already intensely into movies, like several of my co-workers. It was just one of those jobs a 17-year-old who needed to work around a school schedule could get, and it was better than McDonald's.

I knew when I was hired that free movies at the theater were one of the fringe benefits, but I didn't know we had a reciprocal agreement with two other first-run theaters in town. That meant, in effect, I could see every movie that opened nationally between April 1984 and June 1985 for free. So I did. And like the obsessive teenager I was, I started logging them on 3x5 index cards. (Note to confused youngsters: There was a time when people stored information in written form. I know, right?) And I eventually wrote reviews for my high school newspaper.

Not only did I see every movie, I almost always saw them on opening weekend, generally with a group of my co-workers. And so it was when we slipped into a matinee of Ghostbusters on Sun. June 10, and I watched it proceed to blow the roof off the place.

It's hard to convey to those growing up in an era of non-stop, pre-release movie coverage what it was like to watch a blockbuster come out of nowhere. Yes, Bill Murray was already something of an established comedy star after Caddyshack and Stripes, and yes, it was a movie with special effects. But the summer of 1984 was supposed to be about the sequel to Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Trek III: The Search for Spock. At the time, we didn't know a comedy would become the year's biggest blockbuster. Side note: it was the last year, in fact, where the top two box-office hits of the year, Ghostbusters and Beverly Hills Cop, were both live-action comedies.

I'd be lying if I said that Ghostbusters was a defining moment for me. Since it wasn't showing in the theater where I worked, I only saw Ghostbusters a couple of times, as opposed to the dozens of times I made my way into the back of the theater during The Karate Kid to watch an audience erupt during the climactic crane kick or caught certain key moments of Beverly Hills Cop that left the crowd howling with laughter.

Even so, I might find it hard to resist catching Ghostbusters in a theater during this limited run, because on some level I feel certain it's going to take me back to 1984. That was when I discovered not just my love of movies, but a love of going to the movies — sharing in that uniquely transporting communal experience of laughter, fear, anticipation, surprise, and awe. I'm not nostalgic for my youth so much as I'm nostalgic for what seems like a different way of watching movies — undistracted by phones and unswayed by a year or more of rumors, casting news, and trailers.

Of course, that's the "things were better when I was a kid" trap all nostalgia sells us. Maybe it's enough to just remember those days fondly, and to acknowledge that it's foolish to expect a similar feeling in anyone for whom a certain song, a certain place, or a certain movie wasn't part of a defining experience. Whatever may irritate me about the state of movie-going in 2014, on this weekend I can watch Ghostbusters like it's 1984, when movies still felt new to me.


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