Trip to cinema reminded me of Ghostbuster days

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Oh, how I looked forward to last weekend at the cinema. Why? Because a few years ago I came across a bizarre little film called Pitch Perfect and now its second iteration has been released.

It seems that Pitch Perfect has somehow snuck into the psyche of the nation as the cinema was packed out.

I distinctly remember singing the whole Ghostbusters song again and again with an audience who refused to leave.

For those not in the know, Pitch Perfect is the beautifully-formed story of American acapella that features two rival teams at the same university.

Therein lies the attraction – the music. It’s a combination of Glee and every anthem you could think of, from Toni Basil’s Hey Mickey (you’re so fine) to Simple Minds’ Don’t You Forget About Me.

That’s why the first film worked so well for me. It was because the music was old enough for me to remember it the first time around.

Was there any way the second film could live up to the greatness of the first without double-dipping in the 1980s? The expectation in the cinema was palpable. You could have twisted it around a stick and sold it as a new variety of candyfloss.

It reminded me – bear with me here while I go time travelling – of when I went to see Ghostbusters. That was, in all honesty, the best cinema event of my life.

Stepping aside from the fact that it was my first date ever and luckily the first time I had been to the cinema without a member of my family, I loved it because the audience participated.

We stamped and clapped and cheered when the film began and all the way through and it got a standing ovation when it ended.

I distinctly remember singing the whole Ghostbusters song again and again with an audience who refused to leave.

I was kind of hoping for that enthusiasm with Pitch Perfect 2. I think the will was there but, as we learned during the film, to step up a notch one has to give up mashing up covers and start with new music. Which makes it kind of tricky to have the all-out singalong.

And also, when you’re the only one in the cinema who gets a fine joke (about George Michael) and you laugh out loud, it suddenly feels rather like you’re on your own. Which I am as everybody else in the world is loving the new film.