There very well could be another movie that’s a better time capsule of the coked out party scene of the early ’80s than Bachelor Party… but I certainly haven’t seen it.

There very well could be another movie that’s a better time capsule of the coked out party scene of the early ’80s than Bachelor Party… but I certainly haven’t seen it.
One of the chief problems of the previous Harry Potter movie, Goblet of Fire, is that it took two thirds of the movie for the movie to find a theme for Harry’s character growth (beyond “clueless teen” and “Wizard Olympics participant”).
The fourth Harry Potter book is 750 pages, almost 200,000 words.
Watching Pulp Fiction fires old synapses in my head that had gone dormant.
Throughout the ‘70s and ‘80s, in the wake of the success of the Chuck Jones adaptation of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, Dr. Seuss produced and wrote a handful of half-hour TV specials, some based off of his existing books and some originals.
About a third of the way into God Help the Girl, Cassie (Hannah Murray) protests during a guitar lesson to her instructor, James (Olly Alexander), that she doesn’t want to learn technique like scales, she just wants to write songs.
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is a conventional sequel to Raiders of the Lost Ark in all of the ways that Temple of Doom is not.
Temple of Doom is the fever dream iteration of Indiana Jones, every scene and detail and character turned up to a nightmarish 11.
I’ll start by admitting that I have never been a particularly big fan of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
Out of all of the stupid, horrible Frozen spinoff shorts… this might be the most tolerable!