Lost boy John Hughes was inducted into the pantheon this month, when the Academy devoted a moving Oscar-night tribute to the departed writer-director. But do you actually remember being a teenage moviegoer in the 1980s? It wasn't all some kind of wonderful. Hughes movies came out twice a year, if we were lucky. The rest of the calendar was filled with the kinds of films that will never grace the stage of the Kodak Theatre: half-assed, good-hearted... More >>>
Crispin Glover wields his chainsaw with the optimistic naivete of the '80s.