co-host of the Slimehouse podcast
soundtrack was a big one in my household growing up, and now finally watching - totally get why this felt beloved by my parents' friend group. cool enough for dad, sweet enough for mom. pitch perfect for the new wave late-boomer/Gen X art school/lit major crowd who reluctantly settled back down in the burbs. writer was even an Inland Empire (real place, not Lynch) guy.
seen this pop up in lists of post-Pulp Fiction rips, but it actually lands in a interesting spot between John Hughes and Quentin Tarantino. the same kind of wry pre-indie romanticism as Cameron Crowe or Nick Hornby.