To my great pleasure, Can’t Buy Me Love was on last night. If you’ll recall, this is the flick featuring a nerdy-but-intriguingly-sexy early-days Patrick Dempsey (pre McAnything, thank you lord) who goes from “geek to chic” and then back to geek (or is he?) on the wings of a dastardly plan (the kind only a nerd could come up with, involving a riding mower, a high-powered lady suit, and some unfortunate red wine stains) to get the neighbor girl/cheerleader to fall for him/make him popular/destroy yet bring him, in the end, to life again.
The movie is punctuated with many great scenes and much hilarious styling (How does Bobby get his hair to do that?). And then, of course, there are the dance moves, which “inspired” only barely hints upon. Remember the African anteater ritual? Kinda reminds me of the floogle, another ill-forsaken oldie but goodie. That I, um, created.
Oh, it takes me back.
Speaking of long-ago memories, I once dated a red-haired stepchild sort of fellow who looked much like Seth Green, so much that my brother dubbed him “Ferguson” in allusion to that old Nickelodeon show Clarissa Explains It All, which featured an early-days Melissa Joan Hart and the poor man’s Seth Green, Jason Zimbler. I wonder where he is these days? Oh, and Kyle, if you’re reading this, at least I got paid.