Elise and I watched The Lost Boys last night. I built it up as, “Buffy of the eighties – dark, but quite amusing.” What I forgot is that I probably hadn’t seen this movie in a decade, and that my mind had magnified the few very good moments (mostly in the sequence where Michael first vamps out in the house, but also the trippy “it’s just rice” bit) so that they obscured the many, many, very terrible moments (too numerous to list here). Also, the plot is non-existant – mom got divorced, Michael gawks obscenely at Star (and finally has hot PG-sex with her (in an R movie)) while momo starts dating a creepy guy (grandpa from Gilmore Girls) who owns a tape store on the boardwalk, Michael becomes a vampire, whacky kids and grandpa save the day, fin. Basically, it’s all the plot elements of Buffy without any of the wit that marked it. Also, it’s a Donner/Schulmaker production. Heh.
Really the sort of thing I should be getting drunk to watch with former roommates. Like Beastmaster. Anyhow, Elise lost a touch of respect for my taste in flims, but then she suggested we watch Harry Potter, and the balance was righted.
