This is a classic "lightning in a bottle" film that could never be replicated ever again (despite all the attempts to do so). My history with it is complicated.

I saw it on opening day in Regina. Early show. A bunch of friends sat in an audience howling with laughter … and we were the quiet ones. At one point I actually had trouble breathing because of it. When the movie was over, on the way out a friend asked, "Wanna watch it again?" All but one of us turned around and bought tickets for the late showing. That's twice on opening night.

Then it got weird.

Someone would call up and say "Dianne, I owe you a movie. Let's see Ghostbusters." Or they'd call up and say "Dianne, you owe me a movie. Ghostbusters." In the first month I saw Ghostbusters 17 times (paying for it only five times). By the end of the first month I'd seen if often enough I could recite huge bleeding chunks of the script from memory.

And since then it's become sort of my "comfort food" of movies. If I'm feeling crappy, I'll put it on and recite the script along with it. I judge people by what they think of the film. (Joking! Or am I? ) By now I have no idea how many times I've seen it, but it's well into three digits.