Werthless wrote:The best part of this Atlantic piece on a cold case is the series of video snippets from the interview.

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc ... _page=true

REITMAN: Slimer basically looked like a piece of plastic on a stick, but we really didn’t have time to do much better. And he was in the spirit of Belushi.
AYKROYD: We were thinking along the lines of giving a Belushi element to the character. It wasn’t really said in the script that he should look like Belushi, but when subliminally he turned out like that, I think we were all happy.
RAMIS: It was this kind of gluttonous spirit, making a mess everywhere. John was the guy most likely to trip over your coffee table and knock your bookcase over. It wasn’t malicious.

ATHERTON: The movie had just opened and I was doing a reading for Joe Papp in New York. So I’m walking down 7th Avenue, and there’s this big Ghostbusters marquee, and there are all these buses filled with kids. But I’m not registering it too much, I’m thinking about Chekhov. And all of a sudden about eight million kids lean out the windows and yell, “Hey, dickless.”

WEAVER: I once had a fire in mv apartment, and the firemen came to put it out. One of them opened up my refrigerator and said, “Whoa, you better call the Ghostbusters.”

“Goddammit!” “God bless you!” “For God’s sake!” “God forbid!”

My children have heard me take “the Lord’s name in vain.” These expressions slip out as easily as expletives and are part of my vernacular, even though I don’t believe in God.

God is not exactly welcome in our home.

I’m not a hater (at least not anymore). I’m an atheist. My daughters know I’m the tooth fairy; they have no use for Santa Claus; and would consider the Bible a collection of boring, inaccessible stories (at worst) or fables on par with Greek and Roman mythology (at best).