I turned on the TV tonight and found one of my favorite oldies, but goodies: Overboard. The movie has one of the absolute classic themes: woman falls overboard, woman gets amnesia, man who rescues her tells her that she is his wife, tells her that she has what seems like a bajillion little boys, and she sort of falls in love with the entire family. I loved the movie when it first came out and Overboard seems to have held up the test of time, like many 80’s classics.
I missed the majority of the 1980’s video game and video consul gaming hysteria, but I was lucky enough that it wasn’t dead by the time I could enjoy it in the 1990’s. I was definitely an indoor kid, and my skin would retain its icy white pallor as I stayed inside playing Super Mario Bros. on my friend’s Nintendo consul in the summertime. I played all the computer game adapted versions (although I’m sure they weren’t the same as they were with the original joystick) and frequented the video consul machines at the local pizza parlors and gaming emporiums.
Why, oh, why wasn’t I born seven years earlier?
Sometimes everybody gets in the mood for a good, old-fashioned dance movie. There’s a plot really just so that dancing can come up as much as possible. There’s dancing really so that the lead actors can reveal their rippling stomachs and taut legs.
But dance movies are probably about the most mindless kind of movies to watch, and that’s what I’m in the mood for right now. Awesomely choreographed, impossibly coordinated group numbers? Yes, please.
Here are two mini-caps of the dancing entertainment in which I partook this weekend: