Self-professed “retarded bandwagon-y blogger” Wiley Wiggins has started a micro-blogathon of sorts, dedicated to First Film Crushes. I covered this territory during the Film Characters Who Changed My Life blogathon, but because I too am retarded and bandwagon-y, I’m reposting my answer here:

The afternoon that I watched Ghostbusters for the first time (on VHS, aged six) is my earliest memory of feeling sexual attraction to another human being. Bill Murray was hardly an adonis in 1984 (or ever), and even at six, I think I knew that, but I was drawn to this strange, pock-marked man nonetheless. I even remember the exact moment of the film that did it for me: Ray and Peter have just been kicked out of the University, and they’re standing on the steps to the library, passing back and forth a bottle of booze. Ray is afraid of getting a real job; Peter, rocking back and forth on his heels, tells his partner that they were destined to lose their jobs so that they could start their own paranormal investigation agency. To this day, I’m still attracted to wild-eyed drunks with crackpot schemes, but now I try to pick specimens with better skin.

Unfortunately, that clip is not on YouTube, but the “cats and dogs” speech embedded above is pretty good, too.