Seems Like Old Times (December 19, 1980) The Joey Gist: Though my father and I bonded mainly on blood and boobies, every so often he would walk up from our basement, where he improperly stored several hundred videocassettes containing the several hundred movies he’d obsessively tape from HBO and Cinemax regardless of quality, and say, … Continue reading
Each post, I revisit a film I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my tender age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. Stream of conscious rambling and massive spoilers ahead, always. “For Christ’s sake, between this movie and all these f-ing episodes of Golden Girls you two watch, … Continue reading
Each post, I revisit a film I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my tender age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. Stream of conscious rambling and massive spoilers ahead, always. Just One of the Guys (April 26, 1985) The Joey Gist: Look, I have no idea when … Continue reading
Each post, I revisit films I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my tender age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. Spoilers–and sickening, bizarre, rambling, love/frustration with Alicia Silverstone–follow. Moment of reflection: I had this poster hanging in my bedroom from summer 1994 until about fall of 1999. … Continue reading
Each post, I revisit films I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my tender age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. This is the concluding installment of my special Crazy Bitches edition. And, of course, there are spoilers abound. Disclaimer: Not a still from the actual film, but … Continue reading
Each week, I will revisit films I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my tender age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. This is part 2 of 3 in my special Crazy Bitches edition. Oh and, much like my adolescent self, I am going to spoil the hell … Continue reading
Each week, I will revisit films I loved as a lad, most of them inappropriate given my age at the time, and decide if they still pass muster. This special first post is a triple-header, a follow up to last week’s pontification on “crazy bitch” thrillers. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (January 10, 1992) … Continue reading