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Garry Marshall died a few months after the release of “Mother’s Day” (2016) and I can assure you, he took no sitcom-style plot conventions with him to the grave. They’re all here: the younger and sexier second wife, the wacky parents, the sassy black friend, the wedding scene, the hospital scene, the graveyard scene. He did everything but have Fonzie jump a shark again. But that was Marshall’s gift. He could take boilerplate romantic comedy material and pan fry it in enough schmaltz to clog an artery, yet it would always come out satisfying (not great, satisfying). It’s cinematic comfort food.

“Mystic Pizza” (1988) is a nice little teen angst, coming-of-age movie, but there really isn’t anything special about it. The plot’s kind of cookie-cutter. I think its legendary buildup revolves around Julia Roberts. She’s likeable. It was her first big break and I think people make the movie out to be better than it is because of it. I didn’t much like her back in the early 1990s when she was The Most Important Human In The World (kinda like Adele is now). Maybe if I had seen this movie back then I would have liked Roberts more back then.