In 1989 I went to the cinema for the first time, I was four years old. My Dad took my cousins and I to see Ghostbusters 2, I spent the first half hour cowering into his lap and the other half staring, mesmerised at the huge screen and men in jump shoots with lazer beams. I shrieked as a bathtub tried to eat Dana's baby, laughed as Slimer drove a New York bus and cheered when the 'busters took down the treacherous Vigo. It was one of the most exciting and defining moments in my life.
After that day, I dedicated my life to the film medium and gradually became obsessed with comedy, writing, directing, acting, and most importantly, Ghostbusters.
Bill, Dan, Ernie and Harold are my version of the Beatles. That's why I received the news of Harold Ramis' passing yesterday with a heavy heart and great sadness.
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