Tonight's beers: Newcastle Brown Ale // Rogue Dead Guy Ale
When I was a boy, I saw a preview for this movie at the local theater. I was really into freestyle bikes at the time, so I'm not sure why I never followed up on watching it. I'm even less sure why I'm watching it now.
This movie is so loosely strung. It wastes no time in having Kevin Bacon lose all of his family's money and make his father weep. But then we're not bothered with those losers any longer. "Jack" is then doing freestyle in a warehouse apartment with some hot anonymous blonde ballet dancer.
Lawrence Fishburn just got hit by a car.
Jami Gertz just said, "No sweat."
Why the hell is Louie Anderson hanging out with bike messengers? I want to see him on a bike.
Oh shit, the blonde just showed up while Bacon is working on Gertz's sprocket. "Are you gonna screw her?"
The soundtrack is classic 80s: an all-original cheese-fest. This was before the industry discovered they could be more successful using existing hits from successful artists.
Many of the reviews on Amazon are from bike aficionados.
My dog has terrible gas. Oh, my eyes are burning.
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