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Cleaning montage with robots.

Jody is doing some cleaning-up-the-frat-house type work on her new house and has requested that I post the cleaning montage from Revenge of the Nerds–because cleaning is always easier with nerds, robots and Bone Symphony. The bummer is that this is as much of that as I could get. I left the bit with Lamar and Wormser jazzercising because I wanted to subtly point out the Michael Jackson-in-a-jaunty-yellow-sweater poster that I had. Yes. Back in the 80s we thought that was totally hot.

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Is Everybody Ready to Do it?

Consider the following lyric from the song Let’s Do it For Our Country featured in the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man of Slumber Party movies, Grease 2, and written by musical genius and snappy dresser, Rob Hegel (who wants you to know about his “other” credits and see his full length glamour shot where he casually wears a dress shirt ).

Yeah, let’s do it for our country, the red, white, and the blue.
It’s Uncle Sam who’s asking, so your mother will approve.
Tomorrow I’ll be fighting, and I’ll win this war for you.
Let’s do it for our country, our country wants us to.

And now watch this life-changing (Yes! Life-changing! Well…at least for those of us who couldn’t get out to beloved-by-the-masses Broadway shows back in the 80s) performance by Maureen “Doris Finsecker” Teefy and Peter “That Guy From That Thing” Frechette.

Let's Do It For Our Country

Sh! Your mother don’t even have to know about it!
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Happy Independence Day. I’ll leave you with the following quotes.

“I just did it and I’m ready to do it again!”

–Mel Brooks. History of the World Part 1

“What are you doing Louis? Get off of me!”

–Maureen Teefy. Grease 2.

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Andy Griffith RIP …. Slumber Party Style.

Another very sad Tuesday Tribute as Andy Griffith has just died at the tender age of 86. I’m willing to bet that there was never a slumber party that featured a Matlock marathon (and if there were, I would not want to be at that party). But you just know that some slumber party somewhere put this comedic gem into the old dvd player. Spy Hard features Andy Griffith as a crazed general intent on ruling, or ruining, the world. This trailer actually acts as a tribute not just to Andy, but also the ridiculously funny, Leslie Nielson and Ray Charles in a brilliant cameo as the bus driver in the Speed bit. But the funniest line in this trailer goes to the late, great Pat Morita who says, “Well I like to wear loose fitting clothes, and I drive a 69 Pinto” with so much comedic brilliance, that he wins the “Aw…I can’t believe he’s dead!” award for most missed celebrity in the Spy Hard trailer. (No small feat, Morita!)

Now, I realize that General Rancor is not the role Andy wanted to be remembered for, but then again…maybe it was. … Uh…no. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. My apologies to Mr. Griffith’s family.

Tuesday Tribute: Madeline Kahn and Gregory Hines

This week’s tribute is quick and brutally sad. Sadder than sad, bluer than blue, Lerlines, because the two gorgeous, hilarious, gorgeously hilarious, and hilariously gorgeous people in this classic Mel Brooks bit are no longer on this planet. I know! The abyss! The abyss! It is too wide! Don’t worry. I’ll cheer you up with a little ass after this.

Josephus and Empress Nympho

“Say When”
“8:30”

Get ready….

Here it is!

The Empress Ponders the Peen.

Boom!

Susan Tyrrell RIP

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Our first Tuesday Tribute is a sad one. Susan Tyrrell died at age 67. She was nominated for an Oscar for playing a drunk in Fat City with Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges, and she was a bad ass who kept acting after losing both legs to a rare blood disease. Slumber Partiers might know her from Forbidden Zone (yeah, that’s Tattoo and the guy from Oingo Boingo…what of it?), or better yet from Cry Baby, where she can be seen out Iggy-Popping Iggy Pop. Nicely done, Susan.

Other Lessons Learned From Better Off Dead

Sure we all know the big lessons learned from Better Off Dead–all French girls are hot, all blonde people are evil, all cartoon hamburgers are David Lee Roth. And those lessons are great. But here are some other important nuggets of wisdom from BOD.

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Not so much a lesson as a Holiday Wish

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The Vagina Train. Or Sexual Segregation in John Hughes movies.

Yeah…why isn’t it He’s Having a Baby, huh? Just kidding…I know why men can’t get pregnant. This isn’t a post about Rabbit Test (but when I do write one, it will be mostly about the fact that it was directed by Joan Rivers…or maybe about how Miss River’s shtick was stolen by Junior.) But there is a bizarrely not-so feminist a scene in 1988’s She’s Having a Baby (you know…the “What? John’s Hughes Directed that movie?” John Hughes movie).

I’m not saying John Hughes isn’t a feminist, (or that Kevin Bacon isn’t a feminist…if that’s what you’re thinking), but I get the idea that, when making this movie, Hughes was imagining a world where men worked, and women worked too…but they did it in a different way. And in a different place. See, there’s a scene where momentarily happy wife Elizabeth McGovern drops off her angst-hiding husband off at the train station with a great big soul kiss. 

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And then, freshly Frenched, he gets on a train that looks like this:

 

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I was so freaked out by the all the smoking (and whatever those big papery iPads are), that I didn’t really notice the odd lack of vagina on that train car…at first. But in the next scene, when we discover that Elizabeth McGovern is “quite the little career gal”. (Possibly a direct quote from Mrs. Poole.)  I thought, “What the heck? So…which train did our career gal take to work? The V limited? The Boobs Express?”

For a moment, I thought, maybe that was how it was in the 80s–with all the boys on one train and all the girls on another.  But it wasn’t. I mean, this movie came out the same year as Working Girl. Yes, feminists, I know the title of that movie is sexist because they don’t call men “working boys”, or even “career guys”, they just call them “men”, and also because Working Girl means prostitute in just about every language on earth, but at least Melanie Griffith and Sigourney Weaver didn’t have to ride a separate, smokey train to work. Melanie took the ferry…with everyone else.

 

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Oh…and Sigourney took a helicopter. I don’t think she let any guys ride on it.

Golden Slumbers, Robin Gibb.

First Donna Summer and now Robin Gibb. And like Donna, I guess you wouldn’t think of Robin as a Slumber Party Movie icon…unless you remembered that The Bee Gees co-starred in the 70’s Beatlesploition flick, Sgt Pepper’s Lonley Heart’s Club Band.

“Wait…what? Co-Starred? How could that be possible? They don’t act.”

Because there wasn’t any dialogue in the movie. To quote The Kids in the Hall, don’t let that scare you, let that free you.

“No dialogue?”

None…unless you count the narration by George Burns.

“George Burns?! Are you effing kidding me?”

Come on. Mellow out. A man has died. Here watch these videos, and all will be clear…er. Also, please note the sweet bit of acting Robin does at the end, shaking his head as if to say, “Nah man. Just let him go.” But not actually saying it. No dialogue.

Get Back Robin! Oh Billy Preston, we need your funky, zappy finger of power now more than ever.

Donna Summer…A Slumber Party Tribute

Those who don’t think of of Donna Summer as a Slumber Party icon have never roller-skated indoors. They have also never seen Thank God It’s Friday the 1978 it-happened-one-night movie starring Donna as a disco princess who charms a deejay, lights up the dance floor and upstages The Commodores. So, she’s playing herself.

Also watch for a young Debra Winger, and even younger Terri Nunn, the girl who played Doris in Fame (the TV show) and an evil Jeff Goldblum yelling at a gorilla in an elevator.

William Finley. RIP

Today we lost a Slumber Party giant. William Finley , the star of Brian De Palma’s gothicampy masterpiece, Phantom of the Paradise, died today. Tongue firmly planted in a raw, bloody cheek, Phantom of the Paradise stretched the audience’s ability to suspend disbelief. Stretched? Make that tortured. We were supposed to believe that Jessica Harper rocked the house, that Gerrit Graham was super studly and, the biggest stretch of them all, [SPOILER ALERT] that anyone would ever make a deal with The Devil so that they could look like this for the rest of eternity.

The one thing that we found it very easy to believe, was that William Finley could play the holy heck out of one of the creepiest motherf#**ers we’ve ever seen