The year was 1983 and the Rubik’s Cube, Cabbage Patch Kid’s, and Post Smurf-berry Crunch ruled the day. The Mayor was in high school at the time, and you could always spot him by the way he rocked his denim jacket, tight stonewashed jeans, and long layered hair. He had a girlfriend at the time, but for the life of him he can’t remember her name. Although, the name “Hey You”, and “Stupid” seem to come to mind. Actually, her name might have been Stupid. The Mayor believes her name was Stupid.
Today’s movie was released in 1983 – the year of poor fashion taste. There’s a saying that fashion skips every other generation. It skipped The Mayor’s generation, but not before it set it on fire, and then doused it with the urine of ten billion lab rats.
That creepy looking freak in the picture above is no other than Christopher Walken. Brooke Adams was also a notable in this flick, and trust The Mayor, that’s the only time ever that Brooke Adams has been called *notable*.
Directed by David Cronenberg, and released in 1983, here is a brief description of the movie:
Christopher Walken wakes from a coma due to a car accident, only to find he has lost five years of his life, and yet gained psychic powers. Foreseeing the future appears to be a ‘gift’ at first, but ends up causing problems.
The Mayor hates problematic psychic abilities. At first The Mayor’s psychic abilities seemed like a gift, but now they are a pain in the ass. Like the time The Mayor saw into the future, and found out that they will no longer distribute Vanilla Coke to Canada. Talk about problematic. Talk about a life-changer. Screw you, Coke, screw you.
Do you know what this movie is? Do you have psychic abilities that are problematic? Tell The Mayor a problematic psychic story, lean on The Mayor’s ear, he’s here for you. Unless you intend to ramble on about boring stories that have no ending, then maybe it’s best to keep your ridiculous problematic psychic stories to yourself. No one likes a rambler, especially a gifted one. Asshole.