Blue Thunder (1983)
Wednesday, April 12th, 2006You’re supposed to be stupid, son. Don’t abuse the privilege.
I seem to remember, back in the summer of 1983, I liked this film a more than I did last Saturday night. In hindsight, the reason seems pretty clear and it’s just two words: nude yoga. The film’s famous peeping tom scene was more than enough to recommend the film to a gang of recent high school grads and aspiring frat rats. However, twenty-three years hence I tend to demand a lot more from movies, even brainless action flicks. Things like plot logic and characters with more dimension than tissue paper actually matter to me.
