Who said I'm out?
Crossroads is still in play. Unless I've been booted. Busy end of year, folks.
Better Off Dead Not a formal review as this is more an emotionally-charged blind praise.
This may have been my first John Cusack film ever and was my initial nomination---at least until it was rejected by MovieGal because some unworthy heathen had already nominated it
(I keed, I keed. I u all very much). I remember adoring this one watching it over and over on HBO during my summer breaks from grade school. I’m pretty sure I have a VHS bootleg hiding somewhere around the house, I watched it that much. I read in an earlier review that this movie was a bit all over the place in plot distractions but, to be honest, that is exactly why I connected with it as a kid. And I still do.
Nearly every line in this movie had been irreparably etched into the soft, fatty tissue of my then impressionable mind. Though it has been some number of years since my last viewing, I found that while watching
Better Off Dead my mouth was slowly finding the nearly forgotten motions to state and answer much of the memorial dialogue as it played out before me. To this day, if any opportunity presents itself, I will shout, ”I want my two dollars!!!!” to a store clerk (or anyone I randomly want to throw obscure 80’s references to, for that matter).
I absolutely relate to Cusack’s Meyer character from the obsessive pessimistic outlook of a world broken by an ex-girlfriend to the seemingly completely random, over-romanticized fantasies triggered by nothing more than the illogical associations of a hyperactive youth. This was MY childhood, and I projected myself into every scene Lane found himself in. Well, expect for the skiing bits. We don’t have mountains in Alabama. Or snow. But I did play the alto saxophone, so there’s that.
I tried to push back for objectivity and to tell myself that this movie should not work today. But it simply does. Perhaps the nostalgia force is just too strong in this one but, for me at least, the jokes still land perfectly with Classic Cusack’s straight delivery of even the most absurd. I can find no fault here. Except for the synthesized saxophone solo while trying to impress Monique that night in Pig Burgers. Cuz, I played sax. Sounded fake to me. STILL THOUGH! What a great, fun watch.
A Van Halen-playing burger? What's NOT to love?! "weeeouuuu-weeeouuuu hrrrk hrrrrk"