movie week continues: no shirt no shoes no dice
by Turtle Jones
So this was another hard one to pick out. We had to do it cause this is movie theme week. If you have any suggestions for the last two topics we will be doing this week, feel free to post them. I think we have taken care of most of them, but we might have missed some. A few were passed on to Michele and a few were too blurred to get a feeling on. Best Music Movie and Best Musical is kinda hard to split up. We still have two more days and we really want your input. If you notice, there will be a lot of posts by Michele alone when I am not around and vice versa. We will cover all the bases.
But, what is up for today?
Best 80's Movie
Fast Times At Ridgemont High
Aloha, Mr. Hand.
Let’s get this out of the way. Phoebe Cates taking off her bathing suit. Judge Reinhold wanking it. We all know the scene. I know it’s your favorite. Yea, I’m talking to you. You, with the turtle shell. And the rest of you. But let’s move on to the real star of this show.
There’s a lot going on in this film, but I always get impatient for the Spicoli parts. Yea, yea, there’s the whole romance/sex thing and the fast food thing and the abortion thing and (man, I hated Damone) coming of age and all that other angsty teenage stuff that took place in nearly every single movie that came out in the 80's. And the Phoebe Cates scene. I know, I know.
That all worked, really it did. It’s a good movie with a lot of subtext going on beneath the laughs. But really. I was 20 years old when this came out. Slacker, stoner, looking for nothing but a good time. I didn’t care if Stacy and Linda found happiness. I didn’t care if Brad got fired. But I cared about Spicoli. Because he made me laugh. And he was cool. Even when faced with rejection. No shirt. No shoes. No dice.
Really, didn’t you ever want to be that guy? The one that doesn’t give a fuck about anything. The one that just takes life in stride. Laid back. Marches to his own beat. Maybe he lives in an alternate reality most of the time. Just doesn’t care what people think of him. That was Spicoli. Every line he had in this movie was quotable. And he delivered it all perfectly, in that cool California way. All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine. That’s a pretty cool way of life. Not necessarily the buzz (those days are long gone), but the whole philosophy behind it. He’s pretty simple. Easily pleased. Plus, I like the way he talks.
Guess I just have a thing for the laid back California type. - M
You know what it is.
Let's get this straight first. I don't give a flying fuck about how Molly Ringwald wanted Jake. All I cared about was the destruction of a wedding and the stupidity of high school. Sure, when I saw this movie, I could pretty much identify with a lot of the characters, but really, let's focus on what this movie really was about.
A man of slow wit and big dreams. Someone who knew he was being held down but only needed a pair of tits and some liquor and he was like Tojo the Japanese Emperor coming to stick Pearl Harbor. He was awaking a sleeping tiger with a keg of beer and a pair of tits. He knew it, but meh, it was only grandpa who would mind, so who cares.
What a great role. This fine actor showed what chaos can do to someone who doesn't know what is going on. How someone could embrace America and hold it close. The Donger saw the decedance of America and embraced it. He not only embraced it, he got to nail a huge chick, help destroy a house, get totally fucked up on cheap beer, insult old people, dive out of trees, mess up our language, grab Jake's balls, and smash a car.
The Donger was the American Dream.
Confused, forgetful and always wondering where he was in the morning.
Donger's here for five hours, and he's got somebody. I live here my whole life, and I'm like a disease.
God Bless the USA.
God bless the Donger. -T
So what are your favorite 80's movies? I mean, I know there were a lot, but once again we nailed ours down to funny movies and tried to keep them to not being the easy ones. Sure, we could go with movies that kicked ass, but this is a very broad range we are working here. In truth? If you ask us five minutes from now, they will be different.
So those are ours.
What are yours?
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