And onward we press, writing about the best films to open in years ending in “8.” This time, it’s 1988, the fourth year of my life, and also I guess a year filled with some pretty good movies, assuming that’s more important to you than preschool-aged Andy. Whatever. Priorities, right?
I wrote a bit about Beetlejuice, one of the earliest comedies I can remember laughing at so hard that I ceased to breathe, and also The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, in keeping with my undying fondness for Terry Gilliam movies (though I admit that sometimes it’s hard to stan for Terry, “sometimes” being “any time he stumps for Johnny Depp or says some other sort of dumb thing”). Both good ‘uns.
You can read the full piece over at Paste Magazine.