A movie about camping and killing, though not very much of either actually happens.
I Remember You is slow and moody and very, very cold.
Nothing interesting develops in this movie. Teehee.
The 2016 'Busters get their own book, but does it live up to the original? And more importantly, does Holtzmann lick anything she shouldn't lick this time around?
A lighthearted comedy featuring only one disemboweling. Fun for the whole family.
It seriously isn't even clear why it's called Cold Moon. The moon is like barely in it. Nothing is cold--it's in Florida. WHAT THE HELL GUYS.
The 101 arc ends with lots and lots of mood slime and a little stream-crossing for good measure.
Moulin Rouge meets Seven in Dickensian London, and it's less fun than it sounds.
More werewolf dismemberments. Er, dismemberments BY werewolves. Not OF werewolves. That would be dumb. You're dumb.
I always thought Holtzmann's ghost-blasting guns were dumb. This proves it. I WIN AT GHOSTBUSTING.
Mae Cymru yn awesome. I had to use Google Translate for that, so you should too. (Hint: it means Wales is awesome.)
Busting, as it were, continues to make all of us feel rather pleasant indeed.
The only thing scary about this book is that it exists at all.
Mormama? More like Less-is-mormama, amirite?
A pretty decent sequel you didn't know you wanted to a film you might not remember not hating.
The 'Busters meet the 'Busters, finally, and it's worth the wait.
What IDW has done for Ghostbustersis almost undone by this lame marketing tie-in.
You guys, seriously, bustin' makes me feel so damned good.
What could be more metal than Satan forcing someone to murder? (Nothing. Nothing could be more metal than that.)
The Blackcoat's Daughter is a spooky, quiet dance with the devil.
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