[Ghostbusters Week continues with a guest post by André Callot.]

It’s 1989, and there is a crisis in New York City. The red goo that flows through the heart of the city is infected with a deadly contagion. Spreading out from the center of the arts community, this circulating liquid can fill you with life energy, or it can fill you with evil. This plague turns normal people into walking ghosts so hideous that people on the street shriek in terror at the sight. The city, tainted with fear, hatred and prejudice, is divided against itself. Scientists and activists work to stop the spread, but everywhere they turn, they face the resistance of a city that is unwilling to even acknowledge the problem, a city that stigmatizes those brave enough to fight for public safety.

It seems as though this sickness is, at its heart, an expression of the festering anger permeating a dying city.

Just saw There Will Be Blood yesterday, and it’s all that I’m going to be thinking about for a while, so here goes. Warning: this is commentary, not a review. Reviews are supposed to help you decide whether to see a movie, and have an obligation to avoid spoilers. If you’re looking for a review, here it is: go see the damn movie as soon as you possibly can. Then come back and read the spoileriffic ramblings after the jump.