Peter Venkman and Ray Stantz might have been the glamor boys of the Ghostbusters, but Egon Spengler was always my favorite. I loved Harold Ramis’ dry, geeky delivery, and admired the genius evident in so many of his films. So sorry to read that Ramis has died at age 69, after a long illness.
There was a sweetness to Ramis’ stuff; his work was smart, insightful and if it could bite, there was an under-note of kindness to it. I’ve often wondered if Bill Murray (from whom he was estranged) could have had the successful film career he did if not for Ramis, and the way that sweetness balanced Murray’s innate pungency, to bring out his humanity.
It was the touch of the mensch.
Ramis leaves behind a formidable body of work, with writing credits on such enduring comedies as “National Lampoon’s Animal House” (which upon its 1978 release launched the film career of John Belushi, a former Second City castmate of Ramis’), “Stripes” (1981) and “Ghostbusters” (in which Ramis also co-starred) plus such directing efforts as “Caddyshack” (1980), “National Lampoon’s Vacation” (1983), “Groundhog Day” and “Analyze This.”
“When I was 15, I interviewed Harold for my high school radio station, and he was the person that I wanted to be when I was growing up,” said filmmaker Judd Apatow, who later would cast Ramis as Seth Rogen’s father in “Knocked Up” and would produce Ramis’ final movie, “Year One” (1999). “His work is the reason why so many of us got into comedy. We grew up on ‘Second City TV’ and ‘Ghostbusters,’ ‘Vacation,’ ‘Animal House,’ ‘Stripes,’ ‘Meatballs’ (which Ramis co-wrote); he literally made every single one of our favorite movies.”
Ramis also left behind a reputation as a mensch, mentor and all-around good guy.
It’s not surprising to read this. Apatow’s films, especially “Knocked Up” have always reminded me of Ramis’ work: ridiculousness that edges right up to farce, and then pulls back in a most humane, healing way.
As Egon might have said, “I’d like to have taken a sample of his brain,” to study how he managed that.
“Meatballs” is my husband’s favorite film. “Groundhog Day” may well be one of mine. Perhaps this week we’ll have a little at-home Harold Ramis retrospective, in honor of this gifted man.
Requiescat in pace, Egon.
“You’ve earned it.”