I was going to post here about how I just finished the last 15 minutes of Berberian Sound Studio because I stopped last nights b/c the creepiness reached the same peak as the middle of Videodrome (just before he watches TV) and I lost my nerve and now I’m kind of disappointed at the lack of a horrible graphic realization of creep but still enjoyed BSS.
Or how can anyone talk about Bond without The Living Daylight, a glorious ode to 80s action? The opening scene is based on the Fleming short story of the same name, and the rest of the plot freely wanders off from Bond canon? Mind you, I’m a sucker for Joe Don Baker.
But how can anyone in a universe where Uncle Buck exists not consider it Hughes’ best?