I have a real soft spot for the whole movie.  It got me into the original series.  I particularly enjoy, and will still feel the sentiment that is so lovingly wrought by, "Kick the Can."  When the ornery old fart realizes what he's missing and begs Mr. Agee to take him with him to Neverland or whatever…   I still get…

Cuz he barely got acquitted for the wrongful death of Vic Morrow and two child actors that were working onset past SGA established hours for underage thespians.

When he sees the gremlin for the third time or so and it is fucking raping the shit out of engine 4 and he turns in full gonzo freakout mode to the camera…wow.  That is some fucking filmmaking right there.

I felt so clever as a child of ten or twelve when I caught that callback to AH in the first segment.

They refused to do the SuperTruffleShuffle.  Fuckers.

"I am drugs."

Update?  Nothing's changed.  He's still a pretentious fuckstick setting a world record for how long he can drag out squandering the goodwill of his fanbase.

You can buy alot with money but you can't buy your anal virginity back.

I'm sorry.  Not that it happened.  But that you didn't like it.  That's what the shitty beer and grain neutral spirits are for!

Worst part?  The Life-Day anthem.

Booyahkayshah!  Respeck.

The USO/LA street riot setpiece in 1941 is inspired by the zoot suit riots of the early 40s. 

Mad Season, Above.

Since Smith was lead guitarist for the Banshees when the Cure was releasing, what like their first three albums, does that make the Cure a side project?

That's also what people say about the weather in Oregon.

If "the underground" lays between Portland and Eugene, then yes, The Daddies were legends.  But, and as I pointed out above, Mr. Perry has mentioned many times that swing was hardly the genre of most of their music.  However I don't think I'd characterize them as "Hot Topic punk," though I love that term. 

Scoff if you will *ducks*…  Holy shit!  Stop scoffing so hard at me for a sec.

And she had a better at-bat average than Bob Eucker.

BAR-BEE-KYEWWWWWW!

One of my first-ever rock concert experiences was an all-ages, $3 show at the Mission Mill in Salem Oregon.  The Sweaty Nipples opened and the Daddies (a promo-dodge they lowered themselves to when Valley Mrs. Lovejoys worried about the prurience of their full, Cherry Poppin', name) were the headliners.