Your movies are not my movies

The age old struggle of agreeing on what the watch

Sometimes my wife Mary and I struggle when it comes to picking the ideal Saturday night movie to watch. We have the same issue with dinner but that’s for another blog post.

If there’s nothing new on Netflix or Amazon we find interesting we go to the classics. This is where the problem begins. As far as entertainment goes, my wife and I are sort of from different generations.

I was born in 1969 and grew up during the 70’s and 80’s. I fondly recall the classics like Star Wars, Saturday Night Fever, Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Pretty in Pink and Animal House, just to name a few. Mary was born in 1982. She grew up with films like Clueless, Home Alone, American Pie and Good Burger. All fairly tolerable and I’ve seen them all but they aren’t my idea of “classics.” Am I right?

Some of my favorites, many I would consider "classics," either came out before she was born and she's never taken the time to watch them. Or, her very restrictive parents wouldn't let her watch them as a child. In some cases, I certainly don't blame them. No child needs to see Porky's--another classic romp!

After some arm twisting we watched Animal House over the weekend. She had never seen it. Which again, I found perplexing. I'm not sure how one could be born in the 80's and not have seen it--or in her case, even heard of it. She got an crash course on toga parties, pledge pins on uniforms and the classic Lincoln Continental DEATHMOBILE. Now there's a classic movie car, for ya.

After the radio segment below aired, a listener named Jen sent me a message asking if my wife knew who John Hughes was? She had no clue. None. I was heartbroken. Clearly I have failed in the role of 80’s movie moderator.  This weekend she’s meeting Spicoli.

Hear her review below.