I was watching that ’80s movie “War Games” where Matthew Broderick engages a computer in a light-hearted round of “Global Thermonuclear War” and, wouldn’t you know it, all heck breaks loose.
In the middle of the world potentially coming to an end, little Matt finds the time to make out with Ally Sheedy a couple of times.
Does anyone else find this odd?
Not that someone would want to kiss Ally (though there is something a tad off there), but that so many movies try to mix romance and, you know, annihilation.
Call me unromantic, but if missiles are going to rain down on me in a few hours, I am thinking, “Can I book a flight to Fiji?” Not, “My what nice lips you have.”
I mean a couple can be fleeing some horrible monster or sadistic killer and in the middle of a fight for their life suddenly it’s bum-chica-wow-wow.
“He’s after us. Quick hide under this rock.”
“Won’t it crush us?”
“No there’s a tiny space if we smoosh our bodies real close together.”
“He won’t stop until he kills us.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“Do you have a condom?”
I mean it’s all just strange.
But what do I know? I could never get why the people who lived in that town in the “Halloween” movies wouldn’t just take a vacation before that holiday.
“We could stay and risk being hacked to death or we could go visit your mother.”
“Oh that’s a tough one. You’re mother is so critical.”