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October 15, 2003
Yet Another Cherished Memory To Be Chewed Up, Spit Out
Sixteen Candles was as much a part of the 1980's teenage experience as Nintendo, Michael Jackson and the Reagan Administration. Naturally, that makes it fair game for inspirationally bankrupt Hollywood movie producers. I suppose the question isn't, "How dare those thieving bastards sully our childhood memories by making 32 Candles?" but rather, "Wonder why it took them so long to get around to it?"
[Sigh]
Posted by Dan at October 15, 2003 02:30 PM
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If this works, it could start a frightening new genre of movies... A modern-day Breakfast Club set in the jury duty waiting room, for example (the closest adult equivalent to detention that I've ever experienced).
Be afraid.
Posted by: miles at October 16, 2003 09:24 AM
Can you imagine if they both featured Anthony Michael Hall's new "Dead Zone" look?
Posted by: Dan at October 16, 2003 10:17 AM
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