Ahhh, 1986.  What a year.  My friends had discovered the
merits of Family Sized bottles of Robitussin (ROBO), and huffing butane
(I came late those parties), and I discovered The Thunder From Down
Under: AC/DC.  And once again, the whole world shifted for me.

Here's
the deal; the Earth passes into the "extraordinarily diffuse" tail of
an oddly named comet and all the machines on the planet go fucking
balls out.  Truck, steamroller, and soda machine mayhem ensue.

In
the cannon of Stephen King adaptations, this is one of the more
reviled, and brother that's saying something.  You want know how
hated it is?  Shall I tell you.  Well, folks, the director
himself has been quoted in a number of media outlets referring to this
movie as a "dog."  Who directed it, you might ask?  Stephen
King did.  You read that right.  This one was written and
directed by tha man himself.  And he hates it.  If you just stop right there, that makes this movie a nice little curiosity.  But let's proceed.

The movie is based on one of King's stories from Night Shift,
a collection of really great shorts.  The funny thing here is that
the short story is one of the weaker ones in the book, so how it became
such a cool movie is beyond me.  Now, be warned, King has called
this a "moron movie," and he hit the nail on the head.  This
fucker is packed with idiots all doing truly stupid things, but I have
to say, that's part of what makes it truly great.   Yes, I said
great.  Check out the scene at the Little League game.  How
about when they go to rescue the Bible salesman? Or the kid riding
through the the suburbs.  All fucking incredible scenes, but
still, not what makes this movie truly great.   What makes
this movie truly great:

AC/DC.

That's right, the greatest rock band the world has ever seen.  Doubt me?  Back In Black
was relesed twenty-eight years ago and it's already sold more than
100,000 copies this year.  The lads were hired by King to do the
music for the movie and turned out "Who Made Who," the title track from
the album of the same name that serves as the film's soundtrack. 
And they fit fucking perfectly with his movie.  The first
time I heard "Hell's Bells," was while watching this flick and I almost
shot a wad.  It was a fucking revelation.  I came to Jesus that day (well, Angus for sure).  I've been a freak ever since.

I
should also state, in the interest of full disclosure, the best sex
I've ever had with the hottest chick I've ever done it with happened
while watching this movie.  So it's entirely possible that this
flick has some anti-erectile dysfunction properties as well.  If
my dick ever stops working, I've got two copies as a back-up.

Get it and love it.

Save Yourselves,

'Nuff Sugar