If you weren’t one of the kajillion folks who zipped into thier flightsuits and grabbed their proton packs to take in the highly-anticipated (gross understatement) Ghostbusters: Afterlife, this article is not for you! If you were giggling, gasping and squeaking with delight, surrounded by a crowd, young and old, sporting their vintage ‘Who Ya Gonna Call?’ threadbare t-shirts or those who were just starting to break their’s in, then dive on in; the ectoplasm is fine! Last chance! SPOILERS!!