I was planning on writing an entirely different column about “Coming to America.” It would’ve been about the American dream and Eddie Murphy’s super-nova ’80s career, with maybe a joke or two about the royal wipers.Then I saw this weekend’s…
One of my favorite comic books growing up was called “What If?” The stories were weird little one-offs about alternate, super-hero realities. They asked questions like, “What if Captain America Became President?” or “What if Wolverine Had Killed the Hulk?”…
Summer used to feel like forever.Let’s rewind. In May of 1986, a group of friends and I were dropped off by our parents at the Waikiki 2 to watch “Top Gun.” The guys were covered in Brut and spritzed with…
I have this theory. Sometimes the reasons why we love a movie have nothing to do with the movie itself. Sometimes our passion for a film is tied to the age we were when we watched it. On a likeability…
You know the guy at karaoke who owns the mic and drunkenly sings his soul out without giving a damn what people think? I love that guy.But that’s not me.I’m the guy who used to lip sync during grade school…
Being a teen in the late ’80s, “Dirty Dancing” put a lot of pressure on dudes. Not only were we supposed to look like Patrick Swayze, but we were supposed to dance like him too. The thing was, the only…
Full disclosure: I only watched “Labyrinth” recently.And when I say recently, I mean less than six months ago.Now you might ask yourself, why is someone with no childhood nostalgia for “Labyrinth” writing about it? Well, I’m not alone. When the…
When I first saw “The Breakfast Club,” I was awkward, pimply and smelled like Clearasil. While George Lucas and Steven Spielberg may have defined my childhood, the films of John Hughes defined my clumsy puberty. On Wednesday, Dec. 12, the…
