We breeze through the plot of 1994’s Blown Away. A movie about big name actors and wind. Not wind, bombs. Hi, Frank. Would you go on a first date at a chain restaurant? Does television ubiquity stress you out? Bye, Frank. Two mustards, please.
Once more, a sequel. A sequel again! The Exoricst III. Or The Exorcist 3. We don’t fear hell. Christian names. Turlet. Fractured sentences. It’s the smiles that keep us going. The bits of giggles and good cheer.
Was that a horse? Drumroll please…that WAS a horse. Whiplash is about jazz, obviously. Did I say jazz? I meant jerks. Raised voices, some strong-ish opinions and a mysterious knock at the door. Good job. What are you… there’s no fucking Mars Bar down there, what are you looking at?
Toilet talk. Both kinds. And a slow-paced, shuffle-y discussion of Robert Altman’s slow-paced, shuffle-y film The Long Goodbye. We dedicate more time to the movie than usual. Whether that’s (number one) good or (number two) bad is up to you, the listener. You’re gonna take that goddamn J.C. Penney tie off and we’re gonna have an old fashioned man-to-man drinking party.
This might end up being a massive logistical error, but we find ourselves in New Orleans on St. Patrick’s Day. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. How we got here is not important (for now,) but…
Sidney and Paul (Poitier and Newman) return! Paris Blues is about jazz, obviously. While certain beloved members of the M’Night Crew are missing, the mood somehow remains positive. Having trouble making new friends? You should probably nap more. This episode was not sponsored by, and will never be heard by, the city of Atlanta. Well, a vacation certainly goes awfully fast, doesn’t it, when you’re having a good time.
We attempt to honor the late Leonard Nimoy with his first staring role, Kid Monk Baroni. A pleasant enough movie about a street tough turned disfigured(?) boxer. Punching technique is questioned. As well as Spock’s sitar prowess (turns out, he had none, although he was quite a lutist). If a hard open on popped knuckles sounds off-putting, unsubscribe now. Sometimes in anger one forgets the Lord but never the knack of throwing a left jab.
Mission accomplished! We hit five score with a very special outing to our local multiplex to watch our first Movie Night documentary, Finding Vivian Maier. Since it’s late February in Illinois, we nearly freeze to death in the worst way possible – in an oversized van in a snowy parking lot, bellies full of salty popcorn, trying to make art for you people.
Greetings, Starfighter! You are watching The Last Starfighter, a movie you last saw in 1984 while wearing very short shorts. Did you know that there’s a connection with The Music Man? You don’t care? Then let’s talk about the elephant in the room – the 100th episode of Movie Night. We’re going out to the cinema and there is much planning to do. So let’s talk bananas instead. One member of our group abhors them (bananas!) while another eats three a day (also bananas!) This, is my Wife-oid, and six thousand little grig-lets.