Finally got to watch Super 8 yesterday. Being an 80s baby any movie or book that is set in the 80s is usually guaranteed to get me raving about how awesome it is.
The awesome-o-meter takes a leap higher if the movie was actually filmed in the 80s. Nothing beats the real deal obviously, unless it happens to be total crap like Dirty Dancing. And I refuse to apologise to the gazillion fans of Dirty Dancing out there.
Some of the 80s movies that make it on my awesome-o-meter hitlist: ET, Gremlins, The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, Can’t Buy Me Love, Labyrinth, Lost Boys, Risky Business. There are more, but it’s Monday and I really can’t be bothered to use too many braincells.
All the above are pure gold, you’ll agree – and if you don’t agree you can get off this blog right now. At least for anyone who grew up with the above flicks (love that word, it’s so 80s) for company. Obviously Super 8 isn’t quite the real deal but it comes close enough. I promise not to give away any spoilers but hell! J.J. Abrams actually managed to insert a walkman in the script. You don’t get much more geeky-cool than that.
The movie ticked all the right boxes for me. I won’t bother to give you the plot summary, but this much I’ll reveal: there’s the goofy, fun 70s/80s soundtrack, there’s The Stand By Me/Goonies vibe as the story is told from the point of view of a group of friends, there’s the vintage feel, there’s the actual Super 8 filming moments and there’s a plotline that – while not the most original ever – is pretty entertaining.
Verdict: Spielberg and Abrams for the win.
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