The only unequivocally not-shit Adrian Lyne film, all post-Nam paranoia and weird trippy shit and Tim Robbins in an ice bath and the whole wait-that’s-his-wife-or-what thing, and the spooky shaky faces, and sudden Marathon Man type tonal shifts on a dime, and basically just a bunh of creepy late night rewatchability. Written by the dude what done The Time-Traveler’s Wife, too – Bruce Joel Rubin.
Raiders Of The Lost Ark
Still got it. Fuck Star Wars!
The Breakfast Club
Still got it. Err, fuck St. Elmo’s Fire!