October 29th, 2010
I love the 80s. No, I am not talking about the VH1 show—but mostly about 80s pop culture (which is, funny enough, what that show is about). The movies are so over the top, the music is catchy, and the hair is big. Some of the films I watched as a kid created this bizarre love of movies within me. I realize now that it was total escapism. Willow was not real–though I probably spent more time trying to find out more about Nockmaar than was considered healthy. The Ghostbusters were just a bunch of comedians, and didn’t really have knowledge about the supernatural. At this point, I question whether Corey did, in fact, have a License to Drive. But the films were fun, youthful, and (maybe I am projecting my inner child here) innocent.