“In a comedy, it helps to highlight what was already there,” said Ivan Reitman. The filmmaker, who died on Saturday at the age of 75, had found the right formula for his cardboard Ghostbusters (1984): summoning and unleashing spirits, making Bill Murray a recalcitrant star, taking humor seriously with big budgets. America’s biggest hit for a comedy at the time, the film, Ghostbusters in VO, is a fetish for boomers riveted when they were children in front of the VHS and loudly singing the title song of Ray Parker («Who ya gonna call ?») at business school parties. Without Ghostbusters, no Men in Black and certainly not from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, to see the way the Avengers and company approach their special effects monsters with the same punchlines.
Ivan Reitman was born to Hungarian Jewish parents in the former Czechoslovakia. His mother was a survivor of Auschwitz. The family emigrated to Toronto in 1950. Reitman quickly turned to cinema, a regressive vein: horror comedy Cannibal Girls (“Horror was not natural to him and to do Ghostbusters was perfect for him.” will say David Cronenberg, for whom he will produce his youth films Chills and Rage), then just comedies like Stop rowing, you’re on the sand (1979) and the Bluess (1981). Films which, with American College (1978) by John Landis (produced by Reitman), cemented the success on the big screen of the first generation of the TV troublemakers of the Saturday Night Live (Murray, John Belushi) and announces that, later, of the band to Judd Apatow. His sidekick Harold Ramis, actor and co-author of Ghostbusters, said that “in Jewish comedy, Woody Allen embodies anger and our films embody heroism”. Under the potcheries of Ghostbusters, where a fridge is a door to another dimension, there is a clear way to banish, clean up a tainted past (ghosts, invariably those of criminals) without question, and defend small business once morest bureaucrats (the Reitman’s father ran his own car wash business), ending up cheering from New York City.
Reitman will then make other films that will not have the same cultural resonance (Six days, seven nights (1998), Evolution (2001) as a barely avowed variation on Ghostbusters, but with aliens) and, culminating in the strange informal trilogy Twins (1988), Kindergarten Cop (1990) and Junior (1994). Each time it is a question of bending the body of Arnold Schwarzenegger under a burlesque pretext (having Danny De Vito as a twin, managing the kids, being pregnant), but without ever transcending the initial idea. He will remain a more or less clever producer (Stop or my mother will shoot! (1992), Beethoven (1992), Space Jam (1996), In the Air (2009), whose last effort will be devoted to yet another resurrection of her baby: overseeing Ghostbusters: Legacy (2021), directed by his son Jason Reitman and yet another confirmation that a specter is haunting the West, that of nostalgia.
