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I swear, some people would praise David Lynch if he barfed. The problem with “Wild at Heart” (1990) is that he’s trying too hard to be stylish and not nearly hard enough to be good. Summary: Older, crazy, alcoholic rednecks are trying to kill younger, stupid, chain-smoking rednecks. Nicolas Cage plays himself, but with an Elvis accent. Laura Dern stars in her own porn movie within the actual movie. Diane Ladd plays the same character twice – with a Southern accent and without, sometimes in the same scene, sometimes in the same sentence. They’re all surrounded by gross weirdos. And barf.

“Red Dawn” (1984) is one of several “What if the Russians and us went to war?” movies from the 1980s. This one stars a Brat Pack B list. It’s a guilty pleasure for many red-blooded American men of a certain age. It makes passing reference to how hard it is to fight in Afghanistan (apparently, nobody listened). Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey are together, three years before “Dirty Dancing.” They even have a tender scene right before she blows up a Russkie with a grenade. She also has several scenes with Charlie Sheen, two years before “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”

 

“Fool for Love” (1985) is based on an off-Broadway play, is written by and stars Sam Shepard, and is directed by Robert Altman. So it’s basically heroin for elite movie critics. I don’t like plays. I thought it sucked. Unlikeable white trash. It’s some bizarre story of inbreeding and wife cheating told in such a way that you can’t tell what’s true and what isn’t, and you don’t care either way. For a brief moment in the middle, there is a stretch of plot exposition. That is the only interesting part. And then it reverts back to a redneck shoutfest.