I love the 80s…but only when it’s PG
We ditched cable over a year ago.
It wasn’t without complaint; believe me, it wasn’t easy getting these junkies off their daily fix of Spongebob and Wizards of Waverly Place. It was touch-and-go at first, but we survived.
We DO have basic cable: All the local channels plus some additional ones like eleventybillion shopping channels (really?? I don’t have fancy cable so I really don’t have money to shop all hours of the night), all the extra PBS channels and a couple of movie channels. OK, so they are more like B movie channels, but whatever. There is one – Movieplex – that plays some decent movies from time-to-time.
This weekend, we caught a trifecta of classic 80s movies:
My oldest daughter (12 years old) had never seen any of these classic movies. Being the hip and cool mom I am, I let her stay up an watch.
Wow…I did not remember some of the inappropriate parts to those movies, mostly Teen Wolf.
Did you remember this?
Yeah, me neither.
There were other parts that I forgot about, but overall it was OK for her to see.
Then there was the sequel.
1. I think Jason Bateman made a deal with the devil. That dude has not aged in almost 30 years!
OK…he’s got a few smile lines, but come on!
2. That movie is BAAAAD. Really, really bad. I almost didn’t watch it all.
3. It’s totally PG and appropriate for younger audiences (Yay!!).
Then…One Crazy Summer. I LOVE that movie.
This is probably my favorite part (among many):
The whole movie is a quotable, mad-cap, cheese-tastic film. And I love it. Best thing, my daughter loved it too.
With a few exceptions, 80s movie night was a success. But it made me pine for this:
I need to take a trip to the local used bookstore and see if they have a copy.