It's not often the news of the death of someone I don't know and never met can make me cry. But I sobbed this morning when I read that Ivan Reitman had died. He gave me some of the most enduring and happiest memories of my movie-obsessed life, as well as one of my all time favourite films in Ghostbusters (yes, and Ghostbusters 2!), and it was so apparent in interviews and behind the scenes documentaries that he was an absolute sweetheart in real life. I watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife for the first time just the other day, and every scene in it is just filled with love - for the characters, for the actors, for the fans, and between proud producer father and talented director son. The theme of the film, and the the story of how it came to be made, are all about love and family. 'Did you miss us?' Hell, yes. 'Will I miss the brilliant, sweet, kind man I never met?' Hell, yes. RIP, Ivan, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the joy you brought me, and so many others.
