Me: *trips over table* *jumps through window* *crashes through door* *heavy breathing* dO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JILLIAN HOLTZMANN
Last night after Ghostbusters, I stopped to talk to one of the young men about my age. (We had previously established that we both had an interest in film, and he was a relatively well-mannered individual who gave me some recommendations for research websites.) We were both enthusiastic about the film and its quality, but suddenly he stopped and frowned.
“I’m just not sure about Kevin,” he said in confusion. “He’s kind of pointless, isn’t he? Why did they need a character like that? I’ve never seen anything like it before…”
I gaped at him briefly. “Haven’t you ever heard about the Dumb Blonde Trope?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, but isn’t that typically for…” His eyes got wide, and he looked at me in absolute terror. “Oh.”
full and complete offense but the scene in Ghostbusters where Holtzmann starts lip syncing and dancing to DeBarge to flirt with Erin >>> every other attempt at romance in the history of cinema
