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People who only know Whoopi Goldberg as the old black lady that runs her mouth on talk shows are missing out on the fact that she was once a pretty good actress. A prime example is how she rescues the dopey “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” and turns it into a halfway decent, escapist romantic comedy. A great example of making chicken salad out of chicken poop (or as Whoopi would say, motherfucking chicken poop). The plot involves spies, lonely women and a 1986 version of instant messaging that will make you feel really old if you remember computers with green screens.

I first saw “Ghostbusters” (1984) at a theater in Waikiki. Needless to say, I enjoyed it. Even though Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis wrote it and Bill Murray and Aykroyd star, it isn’t considered a classic “Saturday Night Live movie.” It doesn’t have as many belly laughs as “Animal House,” “Caddyshack” or “Stripes,” but from a plot construction standpoint, it might be better written than those three. It makes sense, is fast paced, there’s Annie Potts and Sigourney Weaver – what’s not to like? And there are some classic one-liners, like when dickless gets blamed for shutting off the power grid.