Ridiculous statement from Paul Perrymore

I have decided that 2010 is the year I Zen the f#(k out. I have implemented some basic changes in order to achieve the Zening the f#(k out. As part of the overall package I have decided to watch a movie a day for the next year.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Streets of Fire

This is the first time that I re-watched a film that I'd already seen. But I saw this film when it first came out in 1984 and didn't remember much more than the soundtrack. I saw it in the theater because it was the second film ever given a PG-13 rating and at the time I was committed to seeing every PG-13 film that ever came out. This movie convinced me to give up that dream. It's a terrible movie. Just awful. All the characters talk in sarcastic, condescending scowls. Only Rick Moranis comes close to making that attitude feel real. I think Willem Dafoe and Diane Lane should be reminded that they made this film at every opportunity. There is a lot of awfulness to go around, but the thing that really stood out is how bad the clothes were. From Diane Lane's space hooker get up, to Willem Dafoe walking around in vinyl waders to Michael Pare in corduroys and suspenders like he's a grown up Spanky from "The Little Rascals." It's worth pointing out that Michael Pare is the worst actor ever to be cast in the lead in a major studio feature film.

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