It can't have helped that she was so easily confused with Daryl Hannah. I doubt that's even a plus for Daryl Hannah…

Keith I definitely remember that idiot paranoia…it was a formative experience, in a BAD way, the way "And nobody has proof!" was declared over and over as somehow being "proof". It was crazy-making to the already crazy kid I was, and for a long time I just decided that nobody had any idea what they were talking…

Zubaz, it's true. Once you know it's there it's impossible to miss. There may be more than one version though, but I hear it plain as day on the video on YouTube.

Damien: Omen II is one of my favorites. It has problems, but it's a very good-looking film, and I give it kudos for trying to make a satan/conspiracy/military thriller movie all at once. It doesn't all work, of course, but it's a very interesting idea, and very much of its time.

"I Just Called to Say I Love You" is a pretty innocuous (boring, crappy) song, BUT DID YOU KNOW!

Would you have been able to overlook more if there were lots of female counsellors with their tops off?

Oh zombie I've done both. Spelling gets pretty creative, but the actual word choices available seem to become very narrow.

It was definitely "Sleepaway Camp". Angela turns out to be a boy. Lecherous cook gets his head cooked in a stew.

It elicited at least one genuine laugh from me, as I recall - from Jessica Tandy - still makes me smile to think about it.

I'm obviously bored. And the other movie was called "Best Friends", not "Just Friends".

Ana Faris and Ryan Reynolds were in a movie called "Just Friends"? So were Goldie Hawn and Burt Reynolds about thirty years ago. I only say that because someone compared Faris favorably to Hawn, and Ryan and Burt have the same last name, and I thought that was kinda weird.

"What's the uniting purpose here? "

Um Odin, Thor et al aren't "ancient Romans"…just sayin

Lugnut, that's what I remember as well. For some reason I was very interested in the new Fox network at the time, so read everything about it that I could. Which meant I read the TV guide.

I'm not sure what you mean either, Pixma…it wasn't that old when I saw it, it had come out maybe a couple years earlier. I was in high school a long time ago. We did think it was pretty funny though.

Ho. Ly. Cow.
I saw this. I didn't recognize it until I saw Larry Storch's name. Some kids rented it on VHS at a party in high school…god it was really awful. The flying things looked more like mini-pizzas than as described above. As I recall it was marketed more as a teen slasher movie. My my. Yuck.

Actually what I remember most clearly was that our driver got a ticket in the mall parking lot for running a stop sign, and she wouldn't stop freaking out about it. I might not even have remembered the movie at all if not for that.

It more tested the rule that country music stars WERE business failures at the time of Acuff's ascendancy.

Well yeah, but…"fucking" is uniquely suited to "drunk", isn't it? The state of inebreation itself is a killer of creativity, especially of verbal/written creativity.

Well I'll be, I did get censored. I tried to type "like a bunch of Kansas City [etceteras]" and it wouldn't post. Guess that's the exception that proves…nah, forget it.