to escape uncertain troubles only to become embroiled in a brutal pissing contest with West Side Story-style flunkie/perpetual senior Nick. “Don’t let them fool you, it’s the 80s, size does matter… I mean not in bed, we’re all the same size in bed.”Ĭonnecticut country club teen, Morgan (James Spader), moves to L.A. And while none of the following films became as formative as those aforementioned titles, they recall that youthful exuberance during a time when I was just beginning to learn how much cinema was out there to discover - be it good, bad or awesomeful. And they continue to impress and entertain me today. These are films that contributed heartily to my early cinematic education. From that year of plenty emerged Back to the Future, Ran, Brazil, The Purple Rose of Cairo, Real Genius, Fletch, and Clue among many others. 1985 sat in the middle of that marvelous decade. The movies of the 1980’s were childish and fun, but also often pulpy and expressive in ways that grew directly out of (and rebelled against) the experimentation in the 1970’s. The neon titles, the synth-laden scores, the frivolous use of gratuitous nudity and bloody squibs.
I’ll blame coming of movie-watching age in the 1980’s. I spend all this time and money amassing a media collection of impressive size, quality and breadth but when I sit down to watch one of these “important” or “artistic” films I display proudly, I inevitably just toss in another disc from a $5 compilation of 12 movies from the 1980’s. ( originally appeared on Rupert Pupkin Speaks)
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