When I say that I'm okay, well they look at me kinda strange
Conceptually this rock horror comedy is brilliant - murdered rockers* rise from the dead (via an enchanted bass riff, natch) to avenge their deaths and battle zombies, ghouls, and Nazis to save Cassie, their most faithful fan. It's far too ambitious for its minuscule budget, but man, do they give it their best shot, and I loved it for that. It's slapdash and amateurish, but in a very endearing way (writer-director Krishna Shah's name being misspelled the second time it…
I'd never seen this in full, and was looking for something relatively brief so I could go to bed at a reasonable hour, but this jacked me up so much I had to chill out for another hour to fall asleep.
I was actually compared to Jimi Hendrix once, back in my rock and roll youth.
Not because of my god-like guitar* playing, but because of my inherent limitations as a lead vocalist. "You know, you're like Hendrix, man," Jeff,…
In the fall of 1981 I attended the birthday party of a classmate that I was fond of. The only thing that gave me pause was that this particular friend was very sports-inclined, and I was not. (It may surprise you to learn I wasn't a particularly athletic 8-year-old. I improved over time, but this friend would one day start at point guard for a Power 5 school.)
My fears were not unfounded, as immediately upon arriving I was forced…
I mean...it's basically a 90-minute music video about going after what you want in life. That's what it's about. That and tight glistening buttocks.
At some point during this I became obsessed with how much Jennifer Beals' character must eat in the course of any given day. Can you imagine how many calories this chick must be burning? Welding, flashdancing, fucking, and riding that bike all over Pittsburgh? (And you know she has to walk that dog at some point.) It's exhausting.