As someone who has long regretted Ivan Reitman's original 1984 Ghostbusters didn't capitalise more on Bill Murray's chemistry with Sigourney Weaver, I can only say that if Hollywood insists on reviving ephemera from past decades, switching round the genders may at least help keep things lively.
So, once again, a group of fringe scientists unite to save New York City from the threat of the supernatural, armed with their wits, a range of homemade gadgets and a healthy disrespect for the powers that be.
But where the first Ghostbusters was a boy movie through and through – with a fascinated boyish distaste for slime and the irrational – the new film is about as non-sexist as you could expect from Hollywood in 2016.
Gadget girls: Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon), Erin (Kristen Wiig) and Abby (Melissa McCarthy) at the Paranormal Studies Lab. Photo: Hopper Stone
While the dialogue doesn't labour the point, this is a film about women brought together by a shared intellectual passion, shrugging off the mostly male authority figures who try to put them in their place.
Romantic subplots are carefully omitted, giving viewers the freedom to imagine the characters' private lives however they want to – that is, apart from Erin Gilbert (Kristen Wiig) and her crush on the team's handsome airhead receptionist, gracefully played by Chris Hemsworth as an oblivious incarnation of male privilege.
Three of the four new Ghostbusters roughly map onto their 1984 counterparts. Melissa McCarthy has the anchoring science-buff role Dan Aykroyd had in Reitman's film, with Kate McKinnon taking over from Harold Ramis as the tech geek, and Leslie Jones in the Ernie Hudson role of the streetwise African-American who enters the story late and isn't a scientist (she's less marginalised than Hudson was, but I do wish that Feig and his co-writer Katie Dippold hadn't stuck quite so closely to their template).