If you’ve seen “Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay,” you’ll understand what I mean when I say movies just aren’t like they used to be. In that film, a life-sized bag of marijuana has a hole in the cellophane, a lady-part drawn around it, and one of the stoners is having sex with it in a dream sequence. I don’t remember which stoner, and I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but I believe it’s the one whose mouth doesn’t close the full 102 minutes of the film.
It used to be movies had, at the very least, a modicum of class, and it was this unfortunate modern-day shift I had in mind when writing about the death of Corey Haim for Popeater.com.
From the article:
There was just something different about films back then. In Haim’s glory days, teens weren’t depicted as faultless, by any means. They had certainly broken through the purity barrier with lines like “Check out the t— on that one.” But, at the same time, their “very bad” behavior was generally exemplified by hiding an alcohol-filled flask in a locker and was, by today’s standards, pretty good.
Read the rest. (The article includes a fabulous picture from my senior year in high school, when my hair was as big as Corey Haim’s fame at the time.)