Remember those teen films from your childhood you couldn’t seem to get enough of? Just the title on the TV guide would get you excited. It didn’t matter where you tuned in, just being in the presence of the characters made you feel a certain way. Well, despite how awesome the journey is here, this sadly is one of those films, but one however, that lost its luster along the nostalgia highway.
I’ve been telling people recently how strange it is that I don’t care about sports anymore. Football, baseball, and basketball were all such big parts of my identity at different points of my life, and yet I have moved on. I can point at this podcast as a more worthy time suck, but chances are the only game I pursue now is love. This magically, emotional film, despite its title, aligns with my heart, leaning one way more than the other despite its makeup #IdBuyThatForADollar
I usually don’t have the balls to watch these kind of movies, so what better selection is there than something remembered for its killer balls? This film kinda has it all (except for explanations) and I’m still not sure what to make of it, but I hope you find our convo on Don Coscarelli’s late 70s classic dreamy.