80s Movies — Blech

The only way to watch com­ing-of-age fliks from the ’80s is while drink­ing. at least if you are me. the best word to describe my feel­ings regard­ing said films is abhor. We watched Can’t Buy Me Love and Foot­loose last night. It was, per­haps, more fun to rip on the rel­a­tive­ly inno­cent antics and eccen­tric film tech­niques than it was to actu­al­ly watch the film. Did I men­tion this was a film major par­ty? Foot­loose would be an excel­lent movie to appear on MST3K. There are so many scenes with lit­tle dia­logue that Ryan and I had a blast rip­ping it to shreds. Mul­lets and bad music define the emo­tion­al high­lights of any ’80s teen­pic.

I am glad I was an inno­cent lit­tle hick boy in the wilds that are east cen­tral indi­ana dur­ing the ’80s. And for those of you who are won­der­ing, no I did not have a rat­tail or a kid­die-sized mul­let.

For the next month I am going to be teach­ing myself CSS and by the time my senior year of col­lege starts per­haps I will have a CSS ver­sion of my page ready to go. Wish me luck, I don’t know shite about it and my ver­sion of Dreamweaver does­n’t seem to know shite about it either.