Tag Archives: 1980’s

Films 154-162

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Oldboy. This smart violent revenge thriller had me hooked. Then it ends by going over whatever’s over the top. Too much pain/despair for me.

Gomorrah. Liked the use of barely connected threads in telling this organized crime story. Never clear of the sides, not that it mattered.

Turbo Kid. Love the Atari-ness of everything. And Apple. And the bikes. Even all the silly blood. A fun homage to great dumb 80s flicks.

To Kill a Mocking Bird. How is this film 50 years old? It’s still so great! The kids are amazing. I can’t think of anything wrong with it.

Uncle Boonmee. A trippy ride of a film. Occasionally takes a break for a little chill time, or fish love, or whatever. Let it flow over you.

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. Fan of Gong Show. Read the book years ago. Film’s a fun adaptation. So enjoyed it, but not left with much.

A Clockwork Orange. Anti sex and violence film with lots of sex and violence. As disturbing as it is, there’s a lot to like. Mulling it over

Uncommon Valor. Saw it 2 nights in a row at the theater in ’83. Cheesy bits still cheesy. But actually better than I remember in some ways.

Major League. Better than I expected, but still not that great. Some laughs. Surprised how I was made to care if they won that stupid game.

Plainview #13

Ah the days of putting our podcast out on a regular schedule.  In this episode you’ll find Jesus’s take on license plates, a short discussion of Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and a discussion of what 80’s music to download and burn to a CD (google it, young people).  And we ironically, in light of the Kansas City Royals’ recent successful season, talk about how boring baseball is.  I also think this may be the first Plainview with the MST3K-style stinger at the end.

Thank You Mister Reagan

If you are one of those good Americans who is concerned that the educational standards of today are lower than those of yesteryear, let me present Exhibit A to the contrary.

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Yes.  That is my name, along with the words “Outstanding Academic Achievement” (and the signatures of William Bennett and Ronald Reagan so you know this is tots legit). The fact that yours truly received an award for academic achievement at some point in the 1980s, is as good an argument for some sort of parallel universe as any. It’s possible that the words “outstanding” or “academic” or “achievement” meant something different in the 1980’s than they do now, but I don’t remember any sort of definitional shift in the past decades. The most logical explanation is that kids are smarter now than they were back in the day. Occam’s Razor and all that.  So feel better America.  If this trend continues, today’s academic achievers will be tomorrow’s knot heads.  Hmmm. I wonder if the corollary is that today’s knot heads will be tomorrow’s raving idiots.  I can’t wait.  (Yes friends and family, it could be argued that tomorrow may already be here.)

Federalist

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Boy’s State baby! As kids, we mostly spend time with people similar to ourselves–family, friends, people at church. And we eventually, or frighteningly suddenly (I’m looking at you band camp), come to see that there are all kinds of people in the world who are different than us. One of these (less traumatizing (you again band camp)) time was Boy’s State. In this case the surprise was how motivated some of these guys were to get to the top–Governor of Boy’s State. I mean they really worked hard, put organizations in place, wrote and gave speeches. I, on the other hand was happy to chill for the week. It’s possible my local Lion’s Club picked the wrong kid for this.

I was pondering my lack of motivation as a teen, and was reminded of the teen movies I grew up on–Ferris Bueller, Brad from Fast Times, Nick Cage’s character in Valley Girl, the Breakfast Club gang, and especially Joel Goodson (great name) from Risky Business. I don’t suppose we gen-x-ers had any more righteous reason to rebel against the system than the generations before or since. And I suspect my lack of motivation to fight my way to the top of Boy’s State had nothing to do with my disgust at the self indulgent 80s. I didn’t think that deeply in high school. I barely do now. While traveling this thought tunnel, I realized my Pandora was playing the band Fun–the song from them you always hear–catchy and pretty, and I had to turn on some Dead Kennedy’s. Kill the Poor. Much more appropriate for these nostalgic moods.

Anyway–Top 4 Memories from Boy’s State: 1) the cheer-leading camp being held at a nearby dorm the same week and being required to hoot and scream and moan like a caveman every time we saw the girls so everyone would be clear that we liked girls and wanted to do sexy things with them. 2) on a related note, constantly discussing the rumor that there was salt peter (some kind of anti-horny chemical) in the food. 3) marching in rows and columns everywhere we went. It wasn’t so bad as there were lots of dirty call and response chants that we did while marching, many of which I still remember, and 4) Norbert Herbert, a very cool, very funny I guy I hung out with during the week. Norby was Norbert Herbert the 3rd. How’s that for a family with a sense of humor. He made it a good week for me.