What follows is a story of pint-sized triumph quickly followed by abject failure. The tale of how an insincere disc jockey built a little boy up, only to callously knock him down. And an account of how that little boy's knowledge of Gorillas in the Mist was ultimately his undoing.
I was a big Ghostbusters fan back in the day, even though the film came out when I was six-years-old and that scene in the library gave me nightmares for months.
But in spite of those sleepless nights I bought the toys, the soundtrack and the VHS, watched the cartoon religiously, and even tried to build my own proton pack (sorry family vacuum cleaner).
So in 1989, when news of a sequel made its way over the Atlantic via Fangoria, Film Review and a trailer on heavy rotation in cinemas, I couldn’t have been more excited.
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I was a big Ghostbusters fan back in the day, even though the film came out when I was six-years-old and that scene in the library gave me nightmares for months.
But in spite of those sleepless nights I bought the toys, the soundtrack and the VHS, watched the cartoon religiously, and even tried to build my own proton pack (sorry family vacuum cleaner).
So in 1989, when news of a sequel made its way over the Atlantic via Fangoria, Film Review and a trailer on heavy rotation in cinemas, I couldn’t have been more excited.
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