I worked at two different mall Waldenbooks...es over the space of five years, as a young adult; seeing it in the trailer gave me a little pang. (I think I’m exactly the age of our Hawkins Middle School heroes, which makes this series haunting on an entirely different level.)
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I want baby Baby balloons, the kind on a stick that you can buy at a carnival or a parade. I would absolutely wave that around instead of Spiderman or a dolphin.
I was a VERY timid kid, so this resonates with me! That said, I’m so old I remember when Joe Bob’s columns were syndicated in the local newspaper, which was where I discovered him. I read them avidly, and built some of my sense of humor off of those reviews of movies I’d never dare see. Your wiseass-fu is still the…
The startled, intrigued “oohh” noise from the videographer (presumably Frank Thorp?) is my favorite thing about this.
Oh, and I did it. It was me. I am Spartacus.
Earned weeping, but: twice I’ve had to get up and flee the neighborhood bakery after being overcome by two different books (The Lovely Bones and The Master Butchers Singing Club, respectively). I’m sure I was Crazy Crying Bagel Lady to the other regulars.
I too am having a kind of parallel-universe out-of-body experience with this, holy SHIT.
I took an “American film comedy” class in college, and I remember this movie in particular blowing my tiny mind. Love it so much!
Yup. After years of my begging, my great-aunt surrendered her smudged, handwritten recipe for Christmas fudge to me like it was the crown jewels. Shopping for the ingredients revealed it had been copied off the back of the jar of marshmallow whip. Aw, Nannie, I miss ya.
I need to watch this again, immediately. Just the headline for this article set off a kind of quote-fight Tourette’s Syndrome in my brain...with only myself, here in the office.
I first saw this when I was about 12 and deep, deep into a Katharine Hepburn phase, and I could not wait to grow up and get glamorously hammered at the office Christmas party.
They are not. So completely not. We’re so overrun with construction and traffic that the idea that Ana could get up to sexay speeds anywhere in this town might be the least plausible aspect of this film.
I bought that ON VINYL as a teen, and entirely for Moonlighting reasons...so I have either no credibility or all of it, and will cheerfully appreciate Duchovny doing whatever he wants.
I can’t put into words the...emotional surge of recognition?...I felt at seeing Ted Danson behind that bar! Closest comparison I can make is the time I convinced my 30-years-divorced parents to have brunch together, with me, at a local diner. Just a complex tangle of childish delight, man.
I don’t know why that “BREAKING” lede is killing me, but I’m going to get fired for laughing this hard.
God damn it, I’m gonna get fired because my loud weeping is disturbing my coworkers.
I’m pushing 50, and I would scream and cry incoherently at the sight of Mr. Obama myself. Hell, I’m crying a little NOW.
As someone who, nearly 30 years ago, slunk across the alley to hide a pregnancy test in the neighbor’s garbage and evade my parents...I can see some value.
Whither Yertle?
As another Old, I must quibble: it’s a “K-Tel” buying demo for these kids. I don’t remember Siouxsie turning up on any of the K-Tel vinyl I ordered off of the teevee...but my favorite had Prince, Kiss, and the Captain & Tenille cheek-by-jowl with a disco mix of the Empire Strikes Back theme. 0.O