Part of my massive Christmas haul included a DVD of Goonies, courtesy of my sister Allison, who knew I could never watch this childhood fave enough times to ever tire of it.
I thought it would sit on my shelf for a while, considering I pretty much know the script by heart. But there I was last night, battling a cold, unable to sleep and staring at that tool Carson Daly on my TV screen. In went Goonies and I watched the whole thing.
Plus all the bonus features: outtakes (oh, that's why they mention a giant octopus); making-of doc (Spielberg looks like a teenager); crazy-ass, never-ending Cyndi Lauper music video for "Goonies 'R' Good Enough" (what the fuck is this?!)
Until this afternoon, when I found the clip online, I thought maybe my mix of meds and beer had caused a serious, extended hallucination.
