The Lost Boys
In anticipation of PMS of doom, I decided to spend some after-practice time with big lumps of cookie dough, cinnamon tea, and the eighties-tasticness that is The Lost Boys, which I had never seen.
Um.
It was like watching two separate movies. You had the older brother's story-- a neo-gothic horror thriller. And you had the younger brother's story, which was a farcical comedy. Together... it was just... I don't know. Enjoyable, but in that bad, "I should be MS3TK-ing this" kind of way.
Also... I never knew that one of the signs of becoming a vampire was that you wake up stuck to the ceiling. Or that blood looks a lot like Kool Aid. Or that Bill's mild Wyld Stallions persona has a much darker alter ego... with a horrendous wig, to boot. And that bodybuilder rocker dude in the purple spandex pants with the sax? Easily the most frightening thing in the movie.
You know what's the worst part? They're making a sequel. And it has surfing vampires.
Oh man. I think I need to own this movie if only to pull it out on margarita nights.
Um.
It was like watching two separate movies. You had the older brother's story-- a neo-gothic horror thriller. And you had the younger brother's story, which was a farcical comedy. Together... it was just... I don't know. Enjoyable, but in that bad, "I should be MS3TK-ing this" kind of way.
Also... I never knew that one of the signs of becoming a vampire was that you wake up stuck to the ceiling. Or that blood looks a lot like Kool Aid. Or that Bill's mild Wyld Stallions persona has a much darker alter ego... with a horrendous wig, to boot. And that bodybuilder rocker dude in the purple spandex pants with the sax? Easily the most frightening thing in the movie.
You know what's the worst part? They're making a sequel. And it has surfing vampires.
Oh man. I think I need to own this movie if only to pull it out on margarita nights.