Kaylee ,'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yeah... It's funny, though, how things stick with you. There are still a lot of things I can't watch, because we were told they were evil and of the devil...even though I'm far from believing those people anymore.
I remember when Top Gun came out. Our pastor preached against it from the pulpit. I finally did watch it, but felt so guilty the whole time and haven't been able to watch it again since.
Oh my, I adored Love at First Bite. "It's a chicken! Kill it!" Also, Richard Benjamin is hysterical. "I'm pretty sure I love you!"
I remember when Top Gun came out. Our pastor preached against it from the pulpit.
Really? What exactly did he preach against?
Really? What exactly did he preach against?
It's evilness: sex, fast planes...really, I don't remember. I just remember him preaching against it.
Fast planes?! Oh.
We always went to the Presbyterian church when I was growing up, and it was very much of the "God is love," accepting and forgiving stripe. It's hard for me to imagine going to church and hearing actual pop culture things criticized, or forbidden.
I don't think it's going to be as hot here today. Fingers crossed.
Fast planes are a good thing. I still miss the smell of JP-5 in the morning, walking out to the flight line. The sex, meh. I was never convinced by Tom Cruise and whatserface. It's very much a watch from the hall moment in the movie.
The only one of those movies I've never seen is the Lloyd Dobler one. I had to look the character up in Imdb to figure out what everyone was talking about. It's John Cusack and that's enough for me. Although, my favorite movie with him in it is Grosse Point Blank.
I get to play my least favorite game "What's the Smell and Where's It Coming From." *sigh*
It's upstairs and if the cat has pissed in the baby's room, a wee, white head will roll.
Top Gun = shirtless volleyball and fast planes. Yum.
I remember Saturday Night Fever and Little Darlings as being the R rates movies I snuck into.
Top Gun: Tom Cruise before he got weird, omgValKilmer, planes, the volleyball sequence, and (in my later years) the HoYay.
If Top Gun is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Little Darlings -- oh wow, that was a big one. I think I convinced my mom to take me. Yikes.
My parents also took me and my little brother to Saturday Night Fever, thinking, I guess, it was just a movie about dancing. There was a lot of squirming, and an uncomfortable moment when the one girl holds out the condoms and Charlie stage-whispered, "Look at all that candy!"
I had an unholy love for Foxes, too, although I didn't see it when it first came out. I think I was a bit too young at the time.
If your pastor preached against the HoYay, then he was perceptive ahead of his time.
My mother's side of the family definitely preached against it, but nsm from the pulpit. That's a thing about Quakers.
Movies were so integral to my existence, nay, to my very survival as a teenager, that I can't imagine going through those years without them. I doubt I will ever know how much of my psyche is based on Xanadu, Labyrinth, Pretty in Pink, Better Off Dead, etc.
And honestly, there was nothing else to do in my town, so I saw every movie that came out between 1980-1987. Sometimes more than once.