Movies That You Should All Sit Down and Watch Because I Said So: Part Six

Good day folks. How are you? Good? Me too, I’m great! In fact I have never been better. I mean that’s not true, but you don’t need to know that.

Shit, I guess you do know that now. Oh well, I’m ok. Not great not bad just ok. Thanks for asking though.

Now that we got our politeness out of the way let us talk about what we are doing her today and that is another installment of ‘Movies That You Should All Sit Down and Watch Because I said So’. Today is another special edition topical adventure. Today I bring to you Animation Domination.

I hope 21^st Century Fox doesn’t have that term copy written or I’ll be facing a lawsuit. Just in case you can all send me checks or money orders. Email me and I’ll give you the address to send them to. Thanks in advance.

Anyway, today I compiled a list ten animated films that you should watch if you haven’t already. I tried my best to not make it entirely dominated by Disney and Pixar, though 6 of the ten are from those studios, so I guess I didn’t do that great of a job. Fuck it, those two studios make brilliant animated films and they deserve to dominate animation domination.

Enough idle chit chat let’s get into it.

The Yellow Submarine (1968)- George Dunning; Apple Corps, King Features Production, TVC London

I will start today’s edition with a trippy exploration with the Beatles and Captain Fred to a land under the sea aboard a yellow submarine.

Deep under the sea is a land known as Pepperland which is being controlled by the music hating bastards the Blue Meanies, and only the Beatles can save them from the oppression. This is all based off of a true story* and must be passed down in history classes as a perfect real life example to fight for our freedom.

The film has great Beatles music, humor, and fantastic animation so what’s not to love?

An American Tail (1986)- Don Bluth; Universal, U-drive, Sullivan Studios, Amblin Ent., Don Bluth Pro.

If anyone wants to watch a film that demonstrates the struggles that faced immigrants coming to America along with the heart ache of being alone in an unfamiliar place An American Tail is a movie I highly suggest. The film starts out with Fievel and his family in Russia thinking of the land of freedom when their village was attacked (seems like the Russian Civil War, so I figure we can place this film in the late 19teens). This attack prompts them to head to America, but along the way Fievel gets separated and the family fear he is dead, but he survived the fall over board and arrives in America alone and in search of his family. If you have feelings this movie will tug the heart strings as you watch the family and Fievel struggle to live out the American Dream.

I almost didn’t mention that the movie also stars Dom DeLuise as the cat who befriends Fievel and helps him find his family. Anything with Dom DeLuise being Dom DeLuise doing Dom DeLuise things gets my stamp of approval. 

Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)- Roberet Zemeckis; Touchstone, Amblin Ent., Silver Screen Partners

I really had no idea what to do with this film. Should it be on a list of animated films, or should I save it for another installment of this blog. I had this internal debate for weeks before I decided to include it today.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit seamlessly meshes classic animation with live action and sprinkles in a little bit of film noir and turned it into an all-time favorite of mine. Bob Hoskins (RIP) was cast perfectly as the hard on his luck alcoholic toon hating detective who reluctantly gets hired by Roger Rabbit to find out who is framing him for the murder of Marvin Acme. Hoskins hatred for toon’s stems from his brother being killed by one, but he helps Roger for a paycheck.

Bring in Christopher Lloyd as the villain and the Judge presiding over Toontown who has the goal to kill toons with his new chemical compound called dip. Christopher Lloyd is brilliant in this film as the main antagonist. He is just downright evil and plays it perfectly. Why wasn’t he given an Oscar for best supporting actor? He wasn’t even nominated which is a travesty; though the film won three.

I have the sweet special edition if anyone wants to watch with me; preferably a single woman.

Aladdin (1992)- Ron Clements, John Musker; Walt Disney Pictures

The prince of thieves, his monkey, and his genie try to regain the love of Princess Jasmine and fight off that bastard Jafar who is the second most bad ass villain in the Disneyverse. This is my favorite Robin Williams role considering I hated him as an actor and most of his acting roles were just crap, but as a voice actor I liked him. The one thing that disappoints me about this film is that though we have an Arab hero and Arab Princess all the voice actors are white, which I guess considering Walt Disney was a racists and anti-Semite (If I say and apparently Meryl Streep agrees who are you to argue?) he would have rolled over in his grave had they cast any authentic voices.

Also, I think I speak for every male my age when I say that Jasmine was our first crush. She was exotic, rich, and a princess what wasn’t to love?

The Lion King (1994)- Rogers Allers, Rob Minkoff; Walt Disney Pictures

Jeremy Irons was a perfect choice for a villain and Scar remains the best villain in Disney film history (in my not so humble opinion). I mean he hilariously killed Mustafa and made Simba think it was his fault and forced him to run away while he banged Simba’s mom and the rest of the lionesses. 

Scar ruled that shit like a badass motherfucker. Meanwhile Simba goes from being teen sensation JTT to lame old Matthew Broderick. So who is really winning there? I mean I guess Simba does in the end, but I still like Scar better. I think I’ll write a sequel to look into Scar’s life during the time Simba was gone. Disney, would you like to buy the rights to that idea right now? Email me.

Toy Story (1995)- John Lasseter; Pixar Animation Studios, Walt Disney Pictures

This is one of the best films of all time forget just cartoons. Who didn’t pretend their toys were alive when they were kids? I know I made my stuffed animals all act alive, shit they even played basketball and baseball, so this movie hit home. This is the first of three (as of now) adventures for Woody, Buzz, Mr. Potato Head, and the rest of the world’s favorite toys and it still remains my favorite. With the voices of Tom Hanks, a non-coked up Tim Allen,  Don Rickles, among many more Pixar hit a homerun with this film. I could watch it every day of my life, ok maybe not every day, but I can watch it a lot. 

James and the Giant Peach (1996)- Henry Selick; Walt Disney Pictures, Allied Filmakers, Skellington Pro. Inc.

Growing up my two favorite books were Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and James and the Giant Peach, both of which were made into films which I thoroughly enjoyed. While Cloudy was great and I loved the movie it was nothing like the book I remember, while James and his peach were pretty much the same. It also came out when I was still young while Cloudy didn’t come out until I was already an old fart. So, James and the Giant Peach gets the place on this list. Just a wonderful story of a boy struggling with life at home and seeks acceptance and he finds it on a trip to New York City aboard a massive peach along with his giant insect counterparts. I think watching this movie as kid marked the first time I really despised a character in a movie, both the aunts just giant bitches I wanted to slap.

The Iron Giant (1999)- Brad Bird; Warner Bros.

Without a doubt one of Vin Diesel’s top two acting jobs right behind Saving Private Ryan which is only his best because he dies like a moron. He should die in more of his films it would make them so much better. He is an awful actor. Not even slightly decent, but he has a distinctive voice and I don’t mind him as a voice actor especially for a massive robot. It just fits him perfectly. This is a childhood favorite of mine which I haven’t seen in many years, so I think it is time to watch it. You guys bring the popcorn.

Monsters, Inc. (2001)- Peter Doctor, David Silverman, Lee Unkrich;  Walt Disney Pictures, Pixar Animation Studios

Pixar really can’t do wrong in my eyes. Monsters Inc. teams John Goodman, Billy Crystal, Steve Buscemi, and James Coburn and with those actors signed up together with the brilliant script the many Pixar writers it makes for one of Pixar’s top films. I mean that’s debatable since they have so many movies that are brilliant and could be in consideration. The best part of Monsters is it finally answers why the hell those bastards were always hiding in my close—I mean that and everything else about it.

Up (2009)- Peter Doctor, Bob Peterson; Disney Pixar

A wonderfully done animated film, as most Pixar films are. Edward Asner provides the voice behind Carl, a widowed elderly man who is being forced to leave his home for a retirement home. Instead of accepting his fate he floats his home away to try and get to Paradise Falls: a destination he wanted to go to with his wife. The montage of Carl and Ellie's relationship is both lovely and sad. Their relationship goes through many ups and downs, yet their love remains strong even after Ellie's death Carl is dedicated to her. The brilliant script and animation are as always with Pixar films, backed by an impeccable score. One of the best animated films of all time and more than worthy of joining Beauty and the Beast as (as of the 2009 awards, Toy Story 3 later joined the exclusive club) as the only animated films to be nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture.




*may not actually be based off of a true adventure of the Beatles, but your not going to fact check me.

Title TBA

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Part VII

                The Devoni Compound was on the outskirts of the northern end of the city in a gated community known as ‘The Woods’ which is home to the mansions of the cities wealthiest citizens and the Devoni crime family. Dermot and I drove in silence as we exited the city and drove past the ancient oaks that lined the road leading into ‘The Woods’.

                Dermot pulled the Pinto off to the side before we reached the gate of the community. we wouldn’t get past the guard without killing him and since I didn't plan on killing any innocent people we had to formulate a different entry plan.

                “We don’t want to leave the car here, let’s pull it out of sight. There was a dirt trail a little further back. Put it there and we can cut through the woods and approach the compound from the back.”

                Dermot turned the car around and parked on the dirt road out of sight from traffic. We stepped out into the snowy woods. Dermot called me to the back of the Pinto.

                “Ya gonna need more fire power than those pistols ya be carrying.”

                He opened the trunk of the hatchback and lifted up the floor which had two TEC-9 machine guns and a 12 gauge Remington 870 pump action shotgun hidden where a spare tire would be normally. I grabbed the Remington and loaded up my pockets with extra ammunition. Dermot grabbed the two TEC-9s.

                “Do ya know where we be headed to?”

                “Vaguely,” I smiled a bit, “Just follow the scent of spaghetti sauce.”

                “I'll lead then,” he said without even cracking a smile at my joke. The Irish don't seem to have a sense of humor.

                We headed through the woods past multi-million dollar mansions inhabited by the who's who of Salem Bay. We trekked around a large frozen pond where deer stood staring at us and crows squawked in the trees as the snow began to come down in large clumps and the sky turned orange with the approaching sunset.

                Dermot lifted his hand in the air as a signal to stop; he took a seat in the snow behind a fallen tree. I took a seat and joined him on the frozen forest floor leaning the Remington against the tree trunk.

                “Tha next home is tha compound. Are ya sure ya want to do this? No turnin back boy-o.”

                “I don't have much of a choice in this. If you need to head back I'll understand.”

                We sat in silence for a moment as Dermot peered over the fallen tree looking at the rear of the compound where two men stood guard about fifty yards away standing at the rear entrance of the Devoni compound which was surrounded by a eight foot stone wall.

                “Ya got a smoke?” I handed Dermot a cigarette and lit it for him, “I'm with ya through this. I have me own reasons for this mission. I'm afraid I'm not just bein' a nice guy.” He cracked a smile and took a long drag from his cigarette. I lit one of my own.

                “I'll take the help regardless of your motivation and I truly appreciate you saving my ass back there.”

                “No problem laddie. Any friend of Patty is a friend of all tha Irish in this fair city.”

                I pulled out my silenced Walther PPK from its holster and turned around and stabled my hand on the log and pointed the barrel down at the guard closest to me.

                “Can ya hit them with that from here?”

                I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and tossed it into the snow and put my hand back onto the trigger, I stabilized my breathing and waited for the right moment before pulling the trigger. The guard dropped to his knees holding his throat trying to prevent blood from spilling out: it was too late. He dropped face first to the ground. The other guard turned and ran toward him getting down on one knee to check his partner's pulse. Once he saw that the other guard was dead he stood up and I pulled the trigger again. He dropped on top of his fallen comrade.

                “Aye, I guess I'll keep me mouth shut next time.”

                I stood up, grabbed the pump, and started toward the stone wall. I leaned my back against it. Once I was flush against it Dermot followed. We slunk along the wall until we reached the gate. I squatted and peered my head around to see into the compounds yard.

                “We got about two on the patio by the back door and at least one on the top deck, but he is on the phone so we should be able to take out the two on the patio before he can notice.”

                I gave the gate a shove with my right hand without exposing myself to the Deovni muscle.

                “Locked?” Dermot questioned, I nodded, “Maybe one of them has a key.” Dermot motioned toward the dead guards. He laid on his stomach and crawled over to them. I waited as he searched both their pockets. He crawled back to my position. “This remote may be our ticket.” He held up what looked like a clicker for a car, but instead of a car maker's logo it had the Devoni family crest.

                “Let's hope that opens it. I am in no condition to be climbing walls.” I felt small drops of warm blood against my cold skin.

                “Aye, lets get this done so we can get ya over to the doc.”

                I peaked around the corner of the wall and put a bullet from my PPK into each of the guards on the patio, as the second one hit the ground I signaled to Dermot and with a push of a button the gate swung open. I grabbed the Remington and snuck into the yard: Dermot followed. The sliding glass door onto the Patio began to open, so I took a position behind a bench near a small garden and Dermot ducked behind a bush to the right of me. Three men walked outside laughing until they spotted the two corpses bleeding on the imported Italian stone patio. Two of them pulled out small sub machine guns and the other one checked the bodies. After seeing that they were dead he blew a whistle. The two with the sub-machine guns began walking toward the open gate. I looked over at my Irish partner as he was making the sign of a cross and kissing a rosary bead he kept in his pocket.

                Shots started hitting the bench I was hiding behind: the man on the deck was paying attention to us. The attention of the three goombas in the yard was fully on us. Dermot lifted one of his Tec-9s over the top of the bush and fired blindly at them. They ran and took cover on the patio behind two large marble columns. The bullets from above stopped as the goon changed clips. I took it as an opportunity to move my position. 

                I darted over to the left of my current position hiding behind a small shed in the furthest corner of the compound's vast back yard. I now had a better view of the patio and of the two guards hiding there. Dermot continued to fire blindly over the top of the bush hitting everything but the targets. Planters on the patio shattered and bullets ricocheted off the bullet proof French doors that led into the home. I took each opportunity I could to try and take out the person on the deck, he had the best vantage point to get a shot at Dermot, but I couldn't get a clean shot because he ducked behind the deck fence which was also lined with bullet proof glass. The whole fucking house was bullet proof.

                Two more Devoni Thugs came out onto the deck. I was able to take one of them down with a beautiful head shot that impressed even myself. I knew then if this whole assassin thing doesn't work out I could become an Olympic Biathlon athlete: I just need to learn how to ski.

                Dermot finally was able to take out one of the targets on the patio with his wild shooting. I wondered how much ammo he could possibly have left, but he just kept reloading clips and firing. He was a lunatic. I whistled for him to join me behind the shed. It seemed like a better place to hide and we could discuss some sort of plan. 

                He nodded and fired over the bush once more, but this time a bullet from above ripped off his hand. He screeched in pain and clutched his wrist. He fell into the snow as blood spouted from where his hand once was.

                “Mothafucker!”

                Leaving the Remington behind the shed I ran back to the bench and slid behind it through the soft snow which was splotched with red dots. I ripped off a sleeve of my jacket and tied it around Dermot's wrist to try and slow the bleeding. I stayed low enough to not give any enemy a clear shot at me. Once the tourniquet was tied I stepped back out from behind the bush leaving Dermot there. I rushed back to my safe spot behind the shed, holstered my Walther PPK, and picked up the shotgun. I turned and fired toward the patio and ducked back before they returned the favor.

                I looked over where Dermot was lying in the snow, but just his blood his was there. He was rushing toward the house firing his TEC-9 with his one good hand. With the two people on the patio distracted I went around the shed and approached the patio from the side putting shotgun bullets into the remaining goons. Dermot met me on the patio.

                “Aye, it could be worse.” he winced as he spoke, “I hit the bastards up stairs.” Dermot collapsed to his knees dropping his gun next to him, “Go in without me, I'll be here when ya done.”

                I picked him up and propped him up against one of the columns and returned the gun to his working hand. I opened the door and headed into the compound.

                “Good luck boy-o.”

Faded

Smoke rushed around my head as I entered the bar. One man sat at a table smoking a fat cigar. He head was facing down at a glass with the remains of his first of many drinks. I walked over to the table and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“How’s it going tonight Dave?”

He smiled up at me, but did not say a word, his teeth stained a dark yellow from decades of smoking. He rarely spoke he just sat and smoked while drinking a double scotch with one ice cube.

I approached the bar and took a seat on one of the torn stools. I waited for the bartender by staring at a container of pickled eggs that sat untouched on the black bar top. Some random KISS song played quietly in the background as she walked from the back carrying a six pack. She smiled at me with a perfect set of teeth set against her slightly tanned skin. She knelt down and brushed her brunette hair from her thin face as she put the beer away. She stood up and turned to face me placing her hands on her thin hips.

“What will it be darling?”

“Surprise me.” I stared deep into her brown eyes thinking about an alternate universe where we were together.

She turned back away from me and bent down to grab a bottle of beer from a small refrigerator. My eyes went right to her tiny behind. She stood back up, but my eyes remained on her backside. She once again turned around and my eyes moved from down low up to her eyes out of embarrassment.

She didn't say anything, though she knew I was staring and she could see the sweat accumulating on my forehead . She poured the beer into a frosted pint glass and handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said as I took a sip: the coldness calmed my nerves and erased some of the beads of sweat. “How have you been?”

“I have been good. It's been busy in here.” We both looked around the bar. It was just the three of us.

“Yeah, real busy.” she chuckled, which made me smile. Her sweet voice and soft laugh always had that affect on me.

“How about you? You haven't been in here in a while.”

“I haven't had a free night,” I lied to her. I just couldn't come here and be around her without the courage to do what I have planned.

She touched the my hand with her, smiled, and then took her hand away and disappeared into the kitchen. My heart beat fast as I starred down at my hand where hers once was.

“Don't be a pussy.” A rusty voice spouted from behind me. I swiveled in the stool to face Dave.

“What?”

“You heard me. Don't be a pussy.” he looked at me from behind his cigar, “Just go for it. Stop being a fucking pussy.”

“I'm not being a. . . “ He cut me off.

“You are. A giant floppy pussy. You come in here and flirt with her an' she flirts with you, but you're a scared pussy.”

“Fuck you Dave.” I snapped knowing he wasn't far off from reality. I turned back to my beer and stared down at it watching the bubbles.

My attention moved from my warming IPA over to the kitchen door as it swung open, I watched as she walked behind the bar and poured a double scotch over one ice cube. I watched as she brought the drink over to Dave, who nodded at me. She took a seat at the bar next to me and I felt my palms instantly become clammy and my heart thump trying to burst out of my chest. I wiped my hand on my jeans and placed it onto her hand. She smiled and looked me in the eyes.

“I missed you,” she said as I leaned in placing a kiss onto her lips. I was afraid it would be returned with a slap, but it was returned with two soft lips and a gentle tongue.

I could sense Dave's smile without even looking back at him.

My nerves were no more washed calm by her touch: by our kiss. We spoke for hours stopping only to stare into each others eyes, or when she had to get Dave a refill.

The moon grew brighter outside shinning into the windows as midnight came and went. I was happy and didn't want to leave, but my eyes grew heavy so I was forced to say good night. She stood up as I did. We embraced and kissed once more.

I left the bar wondering where this new romance was going to take me. I paused in the street and watched my breath vanish into the air. I turned around to take one last look at her behind the bar wiping down a glass. Dave now had his head down on the table a cigar still in his hand.

 An alarm blared and the bar faded as I awoke.

Haikus Volume 4

I have been a mess as of late when it comes to concentrating. I am all over the place, I cant figure out what direction to go in with certain things and other projects I start and abandon, I mean none of that is new, but I was doing so well earlier in the year.

Petty much me these last two months.

Well, today I took some time and focused on writing a few Haiku on a varying topics. They may not be my best of the many I have written, but whatever I tried, and that is all that matters to me, so enjoy these little ditties, or don't: that is up to you. I'll see you soon with a real post.

I

You crept in my soul:

I try to shake you from there,

but you go deeper.

II

An empty cavern:

a void only you can fill

with a heart and kiss.

III

Solar rays beam down

scorching the Jersey beaches.

Sun-burnt once again.

IV

Soldiers in ditches

dying in a foreign land:

lost generation.

V

Weight of a nation

kicking north of the border.

Bringing it all home.

VI

Blackness engulfs me

as night takes over the sun

leaving me soulless.

Throwback Thursday: Music on the Telly

There are many things this generation doesn’t understand like the Walkman and Discman, VHS tapes, or flipping pages of a CD case to find what jams to pop in. They will never know what it was like digging through an entire set of Encyclopedia Britannica’s to find some information for a research paper.  Kids these days will never have to call a crushes home number and have an awkward moment of speaking with their parents or siblings and then having to be careful what you said because you were attached to the wall in the kitchen by a cord and anyone can hear the conversation. They will never enjoy the bliss of 'Celebrity Death Match'. They will never get the appeal of 8 or 16 bit video game systems with controllers with only a few measly buttons. Nor will they would they be able to fathom people getting robbed for their Starter Jackets. I mean they were the coolest trend of the 90's, as explained by BuzzFeed, but getting robbed for them? Wild.

People actually got robbed and killed for these things.

No, kids these days just will never understand our struggle, just like we will never understand the previous generation’s struggles (I mean can you imagine walking to school in three feet of snow? And can you imagine doing that while going uphill . . . both ways!?!?!?). One thing I feel really bad for this stupid generation is that they will never understand music videos.

Yes, I get they still make them but they really aren’t the same.

Remember before the YouTube was all the rage and you had to wait all day to try and get to see your favorite music video? Remember when MTV stood for ‘Music Television’ and not ‘awful reality shows and other horrible crap that makes me wish Y2K was real and killed us all’? Remember when we rushed home from school to watch Carson Daly countdown the top ten videos? Remember people standing outside in all sorts of weather just so they could get a glimpse of their favorite artist standing at a window a few stories above? Remember when they hyped up the world premier of new videos for a week until it was finally the day? Remember VH1 and ‘Pop Up Video’?

If you don’t I feel awfully sorry for you. If you do then this is the post for you! I am giving ten random videos that I have always remembered. These are far from the best songs from our generation, but they are videos that were awesome.

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm- Crash Test Dummies

This song is fucking awful and makes absolutely no damn sense and neither does the video, but for some reason this dumb video has always stuck with me, so here it is.

Fantastic Voyage- Coolio

When people think about Coolio they automatically go to ‘Gangsta’s Paradise, but not me I go to this jam. It’s a fun song and an even better video; I mean Coolio gets help from some sort of pimp genie to turn his bike into a sweet car that carries an entire party to the beach in its truck. The entire video people from all walks of life came out of the trunk to join Coolio; which taught us that regardless of our skin color or age we all just want to party.

Criminal- Fiona Apple

I remember this video very distinctly, but the lyrics seem to always evade me. The video makes it seem like Apple is being forced into some sort of 70's style orgy; it is kind of creepy and I can never tell if she is enjoying herself or trying to find an escape route.

Miserable- Lit

I only can remember the lyrics to one Lit song and this is not that one. At the same time I can only remember one video by Lit and that is this one. A miniature band climbing all over a giant Pam Anderson how I could I not remember this one?

Virtual Insanity- Jamiroquai

The video takes place in one room where Jamiroqui slides and moves furniture all the while wearing some absurd hat that would have only been cool in the 90s. At one point a crow flies through the set for some reason. The only thing that would have made this video better is if at the end he back slid or moon walked out of the door. 

Also, what the fuck is a Jamiroqui?

. . . Baby One More Time- Britney Spears

I was unsure what song of Mrs. Britney’s to put up here because she had several memorable ones (mainly because I was teenager and she was hot), but none more than the one that brought her to us. Dressed up in a schoolgirl uniform she was ever teenage boy’s (and pedophile’s) wet dream, and she made catchy songs that wouldn’t get out of your head. 

The Bad Touch- Bloodhound Gang

If any of you have ever listened to any other Bloodhound song outside of The Bad Touch you would know that they are completely absurd, so when they sung(?) about intercourse by comparing us to the rest of the animal kingdom while dressed in monkey suits you wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest, I mean they have a song called ‘Vagina’ where the intro is a conversation between one of the members and his mother about what to call a vagina. Still, this video stands out as memorable, not only because when the song came out it was a tad risqué, but also watching grown men in monkey suits doesn’t get old.

Peaches- The Presidents of the United States of America

This video made no damn sense, but that’s what the Presidents were about (still are I’m sure I haven’t listened to any of their new music though.) It is a song about how awesome peaches are (maybe there is a deeper meaning, but I don’t know it) and while they are jamming amongst peach trees they are attacked by ninjas. Ninjas and peaches what’s better?

California Love- Tupac feat Dr. Dre

A fantastic song and a video that is a straight rip off from the original Mad Max movies. This is by far the best jam on today’s blog, when this song comes on everyone jams out, so it was only right that it was matched with an classic video.

Weapon of Choice- Fatboy Slim

This video has Christopher Walken Dancing. Do I need to say anything else? I didn’t think so.

What videos do you remember for our youth?