https://open.spotify.com/track/4ZnJUrpP84IRiw8bZunXss?si=d10e3c5b802949e0
Recommended if you like The Flaming Lips and QAnon.
Soft bulletin.
https://open.spotify.com/track/4ZnJUrpP84IRiw8bZunXss?si=d10e3c5b802949e0
Recommended if you like The Flaming Lips and QAnon.
Soft bulletin.
Australia has fallen.
To what?
To whom?
Illuminati backwards.
Itanimulli.
Dot com.
Redirects to nsa.gov.
Check it yourself.
itanimulli.com
itanimulli.net has been removed.
But it too redirected to nsa.gov
But the real kicker is itanimulli.org
Which redirects to minervallux.com
Minerva?
Owl?
The landing page is a golden owl.
At the bottom of the page are the years:
2016 2017 2018 2019 2020 2021.
Hitting 2016 redirects you to dc24.minervallux.com
There is a pyramid with an all-seeing eye and five blank spaces which each say “enter code”.
Four icons on this screen open up.
First is the number 8 with the downward slash through the top loop.
It opens as:
Next is the pyramid with the all-seeing eye.
It opens as:
Next is the pixel palette.
It opens as:
And finally is the right-facing arrow.
It opens as:
Tracing our steps back to 2017.
Clicking that number leads to dc.25.minervallux.com
And this image:
Clicking the DNA-strand brick at bottom right opens this:
Moving left, the next brick opens as:
Continuing to move left and clicking on the keystone:
The final stone at left on the bottom row opens as:
Moving up a row (and back to the right), we find this upon opening:
Continuing to move left on this row we find:
All the way to the left, we find this:
Moving up a row (and staring at the right):
Moving left:
But clicking on the all-seeing eye reveals nothing. It does not open out into a new window.
It should be noted that you can “register” for whatever the fuck (a game?) this site is.
Clicking on “privacy terms” does nothing.
There is also a “login” screen:
This whole thing reminds me a bit of Comet Ping Pong.
Wasn’t there some login capability there?
But this is WAY MORE Cicada 3301.
The years of the Trump Presidency.
Plus one.
The pyramid rotates.
It appears to have four sides.
Applying same method to pop out screens:
Some blocks are repeated. Including only originals gleaned from rotating pyramid:
Moving to the third side of the pyramid:
The lock stone simply reads:
Cryptography.
Cryptology.
Ciphers.
It’s looking like 2017 is way more interesting (complex) than 2016.
Q started 2017.
A piece of parchment.
Some gold dust on a drill bit.
On closer examination, the “privacy terms” tab does open with a notice regarding reCAPTCHA.
BTW…the address should be read as Minerval Lux (apparently).
This whole thing has the feel of the Kryptos statue at CIA headquarters.
2018
dc26.minervallux.com
Same method:
https://open.spotify.com/album/0dq2zPvB0tKDh9zvL5G7Xb?si=GeWK6jaUSnK_mkUreUiRZw&nd=1
By this point you’re probably asking, “What the fuck is all this shit?”
We need some context.
We need to keep in mind Pieczenik’s statements about CYBERCOM and Space Force.
There’s a crack in the pyramid. All fractals appear to be the same (requesting 17 code). One block blank (black) requesting 0 code.
How does Finnegans Wake help?
How does Histoire(s) du cinéma help?
How does Das Passagen-Werk help?
Do we have it all?
Are patriots in control?
Can anything stop what is coming?
What is coming?
NSA in Australia.
Alice Springs.
Quarantine camps.
Q camps in Songbird.
Excellent film.
And Contagion.
Essential viewing to decode plandemic.
Emhoff.
Sussmann.
2019
Event 201.
Which Q posts indicate that Q group knew 2020 election was going to be stolen and/or that a virus was about to be unleashed?
Clicking delta middle left:
Apparently all the same in the middle.
Rotating outer ring:
Gordian knot.
Rotating inner ring. No combinatory permutations?
Hag.
Fascism.
[lovely]
Goldsworthy with the leaves.
Thomas Drake?
Raitlin’s challenge.
DEFCON.
2020
Are you tired of this shit yet?
2021
Who dares wins.
Thick fuck?
One goes to NSA. itanimulli.com
The other recruits (?) for CYBERCOM? itanimulli.org
This redirect has been going on since 2012?
[same year Illuminati Party LLC was established?]
When did the admirals and generals get together and decide to NOT stage a coup on Obama but (rather) get behind Trump?
Some say it’s all a hoax:
https://itanimullihoax.wordpress.com/
You know what else is in Utah?
The Utah Data Center.
https://open.spotify.com/track/1fbmO0UUzEwPrgXEfdjPqo?si=crGF2Ec0R-WMu3HKTiszxQ&nd=1
-PD
Teenage Fanclub.
That glow in The World’s End.
But a sadness.
THE sadness.
Emily Dickinson.
Unrequited.
Unattainable.
My Bloody Valentine.
Sloshy grunge hats.
Edge echo.
Chris Bell.
I Am the Cosmos.
Yerself Is Steam.
Slowdive.
Rutti.
Brian Eno.
The disappearance of Madeleine McCann.
Tom Petty.
You don’t know how it feels.
J. Spaceman.
Abbey Road.
Air.
George Martin.
Beck.
Badfinger suicides.
Loser.
Spiritualized.
Royal Albert.
I can only give you everything.
Rick Danko.
Loping.
The Delgados.
Dave Fridmann.
Black magic warded off by honesty.
Good timing.
Divine.
Sigur Rós.
Nigel Godrich.
Pocket symphonies.
Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Serge on the way.
Lenny Bruce, even.
Hit to Death in the Future Head.
Wait at least until track three to break it down.
Southern Harmony and Musical Companion.
Gorecki.
Arvo Pärt.
Deserter’s Songs.
Absolutely.
The confusion of ridiculous counterpoint.
Aaron Copland.
Tonal, yet dissonant.
Thick Billy Corgan.
Siamese Dream.
Definitely a sadness here.
Dawn Upshaw.
Tabula rasa.
Death.
Immense Mellotron.
Tchaikovsky.
Abrupt modulation.
Sugar plum.
Lou Reed.
Ennio Morricone.
Cinema Paradiso.
All you need is hate.
Upstate.
Chaliapin.
Basso profundo.
Jussi Björling.
Dvořák.
Memorial day.
The Inflated Tear.
Columbus, Ohio with duct tape.
Debussy.
Posing with a bass clarinet.
Primal Scream.
Get Duffy.
Rock ferry.
Smokey Robinson.
Sad clown.
Dead clown.
Kinks.
Grasshopper.
Suzanne.
Woodwind quintet.
Did I ever write one?
Yes, I did.
César Franck.
Saint-Saëns.
Organ symphony.
Or is it contrabassoon?
Nadia Boulanger can tell you.
My teacher’s teacher (twice over).
The Left Banke.
LSD.
Herb Alpert?
Hummel.
Handel.
Strawberry fields.
Stereolab.
Unequivocally.
Transient Random-Noise Bursts with Announcements.
A little lo-fi.
Vocal doubled.
Vox continental.
Great hook.
Changes that pull at your heartstrings.
More melancholy.
A fucking marimba solo?!?
Are you kidding me???
Makes sense.
Pauly Deathwish collaboration with Gordon Gano of Violent Femmes.
Lost Bayou Ramblers.
Gordon knew him as Death.
I have become death.
96 Tears.
Farfisa.
Partials.
Tim Gane tone.
Faust IV.
Doogie Howser?
Scary.
Impending.
Suspense.
Rock bass.
Ozzy.
Black Sabbath.
Amazing Grace.
Pete Townshend.
Front.
Back to J. Spaceman.
Dirty ass rock and roll with pristine horns.
Expensive drugs.
Sophisticated changes.
Éminence grise?
Is this the artist we’ve been waiting for?
Rodriguez?
R. Stevie Moore?
Wesley Willis?
Sounds like Jack Nitzsche.
Major Velvet vibes.
Suck-ceed twice.
Dylan with P-bass.
Mick Taylor.
Too much attitude.
Keith Richards.
Let it Come Down.
Shakespeare.
Fucker kicked the bucket.
First to be vaxxed.
Maricopa.
First Suicide album.
Bossa nova.
The Soft Bulletin.
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space.
Gimme some lovin’?
Steve Winwood?
How old?
La Monte Young.
Slow changes.
First rehearsal tapes.
Alan Vega.
Martin Rev.
New York City heroin.
Warhol Factory torn down.
Across from YMCA.
Trump dances.
Great throwaway lyrics.
George Harrison.
Sound of universe.
Spacemen 3.
Savage tone.
Revolution.
Direct into mixing console.
Fried signal.
White album.
Sonic Youth.
Derek Bailey.
Lou ecstacy.
Late Lou.
European son.
Blood pressure rising.
Brutal.
Frankie Teardrop.
I think I’m in love.
Dub bass.
Will the circle remain unbroken?
When I had dinner with Roky.
13th Floor.
First Velvets album.
Heroin.
Drug rush.
Invincible.
But you gotta buy it.
Dirty Baltimore.
Cop shoot cop.
Cheree.
On the jukebox.
Eat at the gas station.
On tour.
First time in Texas.
American Supreme.
Iceland.
13 Angels.
It’s definitely Bowie.
New career.
Same town.
New old.
Old is new again.
Mercury Rev.
Savvy programming.
Dynamics.
Break beat.
A fuck ton of flutes.
Flute loops literally.
Bowie sax.
Little fluffy clouds.
Every drop.
Gay glam chorus.
Tony Visconti.
Don’t underestimate.
Pere Ubu.
First album.
Méliès.
Boys peel out.
Boces.
Inspector Clouseau.
Phone.
French ambulance.
Pants.
Gives me pants.
Videogames.
Cutting hole.
Pink Panther.
Herbert Lom.
A Shot in the Dark.
Grandaddy.
Under the Western Freeway.
Weeping willow.
Under that.
With Sean Mackowiak.
Square waves.
WarGames.
Tympani.
Rollerskate Skinny.
Dublin.
Kevin Shields.
Comes back loud.
One song mastered soft.
Definitely Low.
The main influence of Pauly Deathwish’s debut album.
Honegger.
Pacific 231.
Chariots of fire.
Vangelis.
Such a groove.
Nancarrow.
Polyrhythm.
Immense sadness.
By the side of a freeway.
Under an underpass.
Not like RHCP.
Much darker.
Like Godspeed.
Philip Glass.
Eno.
Blackstar.
How did a Trump supporter make this album?!?
I thought all Trump supporters were redneck morons???
This is way fucking better than Ariel Pink’s dabblings.
This sounds like a debut album.
Songs saved up.
Like The Strokes.
Cinematic as fuck.
Glitch Radiohead.
Trail of Dead.
Makes sense.
Because Pauly wrote the string arrangement on IX.
Dark.
Killers.
Disco compression.
Distressed.
These lyrics!
Johnny Rotten.
Trump 2021.
Snot on the crowd.
Arcade Fire.
Makes sense.
Lost Bayou Ramblers lost sessions.
Montreal studio.
This was all made on an iPhone?!?
Guy Debord.
Aladdin Sane.
Time.
Rick Wakeman?
Olivier Messiaen.
Major 7ths in uppermost range of piano.
Almost indistinguishable from octaves.
Eerie.
Slight.
Only for the sensuous ear.
The Wall.
Waters delayed bass.
No nonsense drums.
Humble Pie reference?!?
Ha!
Great lyrics!!
Predating new Bob Dylan album.
Check SoundCloud timestamp.
This is definitely the QAnon anthem.
This hook should be on a million conspiracy videos.
“10 Days of Darkness”.
Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya!
My end is my beginning is my end.
Grinderman.
No pussy.
Early-’90s.
Nirvana’s wake.
Finnegans Wake.
Great debut album (if I do say so myself).
Usual suspects.
Spotify.
iTunes.
Pauly Deathwish.
-PD
Research will be the star.
QAnon.
You must know the history of Scandinavian film to understand this movie.
Wild Strawberries.
Nordisk Film A/S [later].
Sjöström = Taube.
But also Nyqvist.
Flashbacks to idyllic female visions.
WarGames.
B2 = Bill Barr.
Stealth.
No leaks.
No deals.
Durham.
Twin Peaks.
Laura Palmer = Harriet Vanger.
Photograph.
Speaking from beyond the grave.
The gaze.
Always return to the photo.
Motif.
Vertigo.
Hire the investigator.
So close.
Who will it be?
4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days.
The bathroom tile.
A sickening act.
Whore bath.
Survival.
JFK.
Retracing steps.
Book depository.
George H.W. Bush.
Of the CIA.
In Texas.
In front of depository?
Study the photo.
Study the angles.
Jim Garrison.
Blowup.
Resolution.
Strangers on a Train.
Robert Walker is uninterested in the tennis match.
What is he so (dis)interested in?
Hard Candy.
Consequences.
Cryptography.
Codebreaking.
Kryptos.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptos
Key (book).
National Treasure.
Research will win the day.
Serial killer.
Black Dahlia.
Elaborate dissection.
Exquisite corpse.
Lost Highway.
The hunter has become the hunted.
Vengeance (is mine).
Revenge.
Vigilante.
BTK.
“factor X”.
Refer to the possession of Ray Wise.
Justice.
Silence of the Lambs.
Ted Bundy’s photographs.
Symbolism will be their downfall.
Ordet.
Rising from the dead.
Visionary + nerd.
Cage.
Riley.
2011 Norway attacks.
Youth summer camp.
In a cage while they had dinner.
Podesta basement.
For “film installations”.
Ayoola Ajayi inquiring about soundproof basement.
Hell is hot.
Vredens dag.
The things that make people crazy.
And yet the survivors press on.
Requiem for a Dream.
Niels Arden Oplev directed a magnificent film here.
Noomi Rapace is marvelous.
Michael Nyqvist is perfect.
-PD
Shitty night.
Sickness.
Hard.
Lonely.
Engaged.
Up all night.
No one.
Misery.
Travolta is magnificent here.
Great direction by John Badham.
With very few caveats.
Badham went on to direct another great film: WarGames.
Donna Pescow was way hotter than Karen Lynn Gorney.
Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge.
Stephanie says.
Good acting by Martin Shakar as Frank Jr.
His odd blandness inside the 2001 Odyssey discotheque.
Weird dichotomy of the religious life and the nightclub scene.
And of course West Side Story.
Robert Stigwood and rock music.
Here disco.
Fantastic Bee Gees!
Real shit.
Weak ending.
But this is an excellent film.
It is, in its own way, of a fabric that includes grit like Dirty Harry and Death Wish.
This is an essential film.
-PD
Good one.
John Hughes.
It really started with National Lampoon’s Vacation.
Writer.
Chase.
Ramis was at the stick.
Egon from Ghostbusters.
Hughes really took off with Sixteen Candles.
He directed.
And that’s the first I saw of the big trilogy.
Those ’80s movies which transcend decade and genre:
Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink.
The middle one is the best.
Hughes needed a dry run with Sixteen Candles.
The Breakfast Club was the home run.
The grand slam.
Which leaves some holes.
European Vaction [writer].
Weird Science [hasn’t aged well…unless you’re a horny boy].
By Pretty in Pink, Hughes had relinquished direction to Howard Deutch.
Bueller [director] hasn’t aged that well.
WarGames [piece on #QAnon in the works] is much, much better.
Some Kind of Wonderful is another Deutch-directed hole.
Crosses paths with Back to the Future [Lea Thompson].
All of which is to say that Uncle Buck pales in comparison the the true Candy/Hughes masterpiece: Planes, Trains and Automobiles [sic].
No Oxford comma.
Holes.
She’s Having a Baby [director].
PTA [director] was his second great auteurist masterpiece after The Breakfast Club.
But in Hughes, auteur once again becomes AUTHOR [in the sense of writing].
Hughes was no caméra–stylo savant–no Orson Welles or Hitchcock of angle and mise-en-scène.
It’s the story that matters.
And yet…Judd Nelson’s neorealist performance in The Breakfast Club must have made Hughes the Rossellini of the ’80s…if for only a moment.
[and Nelson its James Dean…briefly]
The Great Outdoors [writer] is worse than even Uncle Buck.
Which is to say, Uncle Buck is WAY better than The Great Outdoors.
But both pale in comparison to Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Christmas Vacation was a comeback.
Jeremiah S. Chechik owes his career to Hughes [writer] and Randy Quaid [genius].
Hughes only directed once more after Uncle Buck.
Curly Sue.
Sad.
And his writing went strictly downhill after the rollercoaster pinnacle of Home Alone.
Money isn’t everything.
-PD
Greetings, Professor Falken.
Today is my birthday.
41.
The age at which you “died”.
But you didn’t really die.
Is this real world or exercise?
Dawn Deskins wanted to know.
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
Joshua.
And the tree of life.
Klimt.
Seattle.
Starbucks.
Greetings, my friends.
It has been a long time.
Perhaps you thought I was dead.
Perhaps I thought I was dead.
And so this is a perfect movie with which to attempt a comeback.
“You can always come back/but you can’t come back all the way”
Bob Dylan said that.
To get her together.
I said that.
NORAD.
It was a rough day.
9/11/01
NEADS thought it was part of an exercise called Vigilant Guardian.
Michael Ruppert (may God rest his soul) documented the litany of war-games which were active on 9/11/01.
And Michael Ruppert wrote about this in a tome which should serve in some ways as a sort of bible for those wishing to know the truth about 9/11: Crossing the Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil.
Ruppert was wrong about some things.
“Peak oil”, for instance.
Perhaps my understanding is hopelessly daft, but it seems that hydraulic fracturing (“fracking”) changed the geopolitical world immensely.
Just a few years ago, rather intelligent folks like Leonardo Maugeri (to name a typical example) were bemoaning the hydrocarbon “cliff” off of which we were about to leap.
Alas…
That has not been the case.
Maugeri’s book The Age of Oil: The Mythology, History, and Future of the World’s Most Controversial Resource is wildly, spectacularly wrong.
Which also means that Dick Cheney and all those arch conspirators* were also wildly, spectacularly wrong about the importance of the Caspian Basin.
Let me put it to you this way: if you really believe 19 blokes with box cutters brought the U.S. military machine to its knees, then I can’t help you.
As for me and my house (so to speak), we do not believe the box cutter theory.
And so we come to the DoD and fictional characters such as Stephen Falken.
And Albert Wohlstetter (not forgetting his ever-so-important-to-the-neocons wife Roberta).
And Steve Pieczenik.
So much has happened.
And so much is at a precipice.
“The Far East Strategy”.
Pshaw.
Tic-tac-toe.
It is my firm belief that 9/11 was some sort of engineered* conspiracy which involved boxcutters and Muslims in only the most tangential of ways.
But you will have to learn that parallel history.
If in fact you are interested.
And I shall show my enlightened, nonpartisan wisdom by recommending Trump-hater Webster Tarpley’s 9/11 Synthetic Terror: Made in USA above all other books on the subject.
Indeed, I look forward to hopefully adding another Trump-hater (Wayne Madsen) book to my collection soon…one which discusses to what extent and in exactly what ways Saudi Arabia and Israel were involved in the 9/11 false-flag/stand-down.
Which brings us back to Pieczenik.
And the Wohlstetters.
But let us at least attempt to make passing reference to the film under consideration.
If you’ve never seen this movie from the beginning (a cold start), I highly recommend adding such footage to your filmic knowledge.
The silos.
Minot?
Somewhere.
The Great Plains.
Nuclear missiles.
Humans in the loop.
Physical keys.
Launch orders.
Wisdom.
As humans are removed, MAD (what, me worry?) becomes even more unequivocally assured.
You might remember WHOPPER’s (WOPR) cousin [Siemens System 4004] from Willy Wonka…
It is somehow fitting that WarGames should make a Burger King allusion in 1983.
Indeed, this was the period of the very real (and ridiculous) “burger wars“.
But let’s get on with it…
Matthew Broderick plays basically the Bill Gates of this famous picture:
I must say…this film deeply affected me as a kid.
Perhaps it was due to the wonderfully effervescent (what is she, a sparkling wine?!?) Ally Sheedy.
Sure… There are a couple of moments of unbearable melodrama to make this movie slightly imperfect, but a kid doesn’t notice such things.
And so as a youth, I ate this film up.
Broderick and Sheedy as “partners in crime” (somewhat literally…).
It would be like some high school kid hacking into the USAF’s Space and Missile Systems Center (SMC) to play a “game”.
Is this real world or exercise?
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
Which brings us back to the ubiquitous Baudrillard.
And, if you can bear it, Debord.
Simulation.
Spectacle.
Fake.
Radar inserts.
Etc.
GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR.
Big Gulp.
[g’uh?]
But let’s change tacks for a second.
TALENT SPOTTING.
Back in the Cold War days.
David Lightman would have been a prime target for recruitment by a foreign intelligence service (or so this film claims).
However, I would point out a plane which the passing analysis seems to miss: industrious brilliance.
Disruptive innovation.
Recording the analog [?) signal of the infirmary door with a psychiatrist’s micro-tape recorder.
Removing the tap from a pay phone and using a pull tab to hotwire a call back home (in lieu of a quarter).
These are the assets of operators.
Whether CIA or early FBI, appreciation for unconventional skill sets has been a hallmark of organizations engaged in successful growth.
Put differently, David Lightman would have made a pretty great spook.
Indeed, his skill set might have been best utilized by the NSA (no such agency).
Back in the day.
Before the world changed.
On 9/11.
The average citizen had no idea about the National Security Agency back in the Bobby Ray Inman days (1977-1981).
par exemple…
Research.
Know your enemy.
Half the battle.
Mirror’s other half.
It’s not impossible.
To make a matrix.
Collation.
Big data.
Must be organized.
Delphic databases.
Few films capture this.
This anxiety of being ushered into an FBI van.
Picked up on the street.
Fresh out of the 7-11.
A unique take on “talent spotting”.
Almost an accidental spy.
Like the DIA buffoons seen here:
These films are real.
And offer us hope.
About unconventional paths.
Former DIA head Gen. Flynn has an appreciation for this.
“…you magnificent bastard, I read your book!”
[or some of it]
Enter the jaded Richard Dawkins character.
Really a rather laborious (and dead-on) archetype.
The “science worshipper”.
Obsessed with mass extinction.
Really, Dr. Falken is very much a J. Robert Oppenheimer character.
Which is appropriate, seeing as how the subject under consideration is Global Thermonuclear War.
WarGames is a genuinely moving, inspired film.
But it stumbles in a few places.
Not least, at the end.
Both of them 🙂
Yes, like the slew of “disaster movies” (such as Deep Impact) which glutted picture houses at the end of the last century, WarGames hones in on a maudlin tessitura which is made ineffective by repeated use.
In plain English, this film has two endings.
And they are identical.
Thus, anticlimax.
And the aforementioned melodrama.
Yet for all its imperfections, WarGames is a masterpiece of sorts.
And so I salute director John Badham.
Truly an indispensable film.
-PD
Must admit, I tried watching this a few weeks back.
And it didn’t seem to have aged well.
But I gave it another shot.
This time I made it all the way through.
Because it is, generally, an enjoyable movie.
It was a staple of my youth.
It spoke to me in my niche.
But now certain parts of it seem too sweet.
The kitsch of watching now.
This film has fared less well than some of its rivals.
But let’s talk about the damn thing, shall we?
It’s a John Hughes picture. He’s the director.
I’ve previously written about him in regards to the finely-aged Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Notice something…
Hughes when he directed our film? 36
Hughes when he directed PT&A? 37
It’s only a year, but it’s a year of prime, working experience.
How about Matthew Broderick? 24
To go from directing a 24-year-old star to directing two stars who were 42 and 27 respectively (Steve Martin and John Candy) is quite a jump.
Plus, Candy looked older than 27… And Broderick was intended to look younger than 24.
So we can say that the two films were meant for different audiences.
Ferris Bueller was sort of a Rebel Without a Cause for my generation (Generation X).
There are ingenious, Rube Goldberg contraptions employed in Ferris’ skipping school.
I enjoyed Broderick much more in WarGames and so I would like to highlight the talents of some other players here.
Alan Ruck really portrayed a wider range of emotions in our film. There’s something touching about the crisis through which he is going.
I know it well. In my own way.
And so in real life, a Ferris Bueller is an indispensable friend.
We can see how quiet personalities need louder ones and vice versa.
Other than the cameo by Charlie Sheen (which is quite good), Mia Sara really carries a large part of the drama. Most of it is, incidentally, in her facial expressions.
Broderick relies on these nonverbal methods as well, but Sara’s reactions progress the drama in a unique way.
By 1986 (in the midst of the MTV onslaught) most kids had no idea who The Beatles were. Broderick’s lip-syncing rendition of “Twist and Shout” (Beatles’ version) was also, I imagine, a moment for many young people in the 80s.
I should also mention that Jennifer Grey’s mood improves considerably after she makes out with Charlie Sheen. Her contribution is indeed special!
Honorable mentions:
-Edie McClurg (who’s also in Trains, Planes and Automobiles…gobble gobble)
-Ben Stein (who gets to deliver the timeless, “Bueller…Bueller…Bueller…Bueller”)
In all, this is a pretty indispensable film.
We all want to break free and do something crazy. And fun.
That’s the spirit of youth which this film conveys pretty well.
It’s a very unique bit of cinema from a very formulaic time.
If you can make it past the first part with Broderick baby-talking to his parents, then you’re home-free 🙂
-PD