For me, Ghostbusters has deep roots in my childhood. It belongs to a time in which the writing was sharp but the picture quality less so; a time in which you could only sate your Ghostbusters craving via VHS (oftentimes discovering that some annoying person had not rewound said videotape to the beginning after use). A time in which I would declaim, with absolute conviction, that Peter Venkman was my future husband.
In four and a half billion years of existence there have been no creatures more dramatic or scarier. Whether they would be as popular if they existed today and were stomping down the high street, I don't know, but they're perfect for films because they are more spectacular, more awesome than most animals today, more like monsters, and yet they are real.
You remake Girl With The Dragon Tattoo because millions of people can't be arsed to read subtitles. You do a hundred versions of Macbeth because the writing is so complex and universal that each one can yield myriad subtext or reflections on our own modern-day existence. Point Break is Point Break. There's nothing to interpret.