I clearly must switch to single-strand stitching when I’m working on chest hair. Once I start, I can’t stop. I need someone to stand behind me, look over my shoulder, and crack me on the skull when I begin to enter gorilla mode. I might have to do this one over, but it’s still amusing, and that’s what this is all about – amusing myself.
As for Valley Girl, I didn’t see this until well past the 80s, and that’s probably to my benefit. I likely would have hated Julie and her friends if I had seen it when it was released. Of course, there is also the possibility I would have thought the movie was depicting completely fictional and made-up types of teens, as I did with The Breakfast Club. I had no idea that people like those portrayed in John Hughes movies were in fact realistic. I had no idea about suburbs or rich kids or cliques. I grew up in small town Iowa, where everything is a decade behind (probably closer to two decades, actually). I thought Molly Ringwald’s character was as fantastical as Yoda.
But I truly like Valley Girl. I like the Romeo and Juliet parallel without the suicidal ending. Speaking of the ending, I have been told the final scene has brought the most hard-assed man I know to tears. Maybe it’s because when Randy and Julie are in the back of that limo, all of the hope in the world is right there before them – they only have to reach out and grab it. Maybe it’s because Randy got the girl, and that is as unrealistic as my interpretation of chest hair. Or, maybe it’s because the aforementioned hard ass is really a softie at heart, who cries over things like sentimental 80s flicks, certain Bon Jovi songs, and puppies. Luckily, he cries the way that I drink – alone, privately, quietly – and I can’t be entirely sure that he has functioning tear ducts. That’s how I feel a relationship should be, and I appreciate him for that, among other things.
I learned the following from the commentary on the Valley Girl DVD:
- Producers wanted this to be an exploitation film and insisted there be four boob shots included. There are indeed four boob shots, and all of them are awkward and weird.
- Nic Cage, in an attempt to look younger for the role, shaved his torso except for one triangle of chest hair (in order to keep himself sexy).
- My favorite line from the movie is when Randy responds to Julie’s break up with ,”Well, fuck you…fer sher, like, totally!” That, my friends, was completely improvised by the genius Mr. Nicolas Cage.