Just another Manic Monday? Wish it was Sunday? Nothing beats a case of the Mondays like a camp-out. And we ain't talkin' s'mores, sing-a-longs and psycho killers. We're talking about getting in touch with your guilty pleasure zone. That's right, every Monday we'll be bringing you the best of the worst. It's gonna be awesome - and terrible! - all at the same time.
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MANNEQUIN (1987)
In the opening credits of Sex and the City 2, we get to catch a glimpse of what Samantha Jones looked in the 80s. According to that flick, many Manolos ago, Miss Jones had ratted hair, acid-washed jeans and make-up up to her eyebrows. While that image is hilarious (and probably downright accurate) I like to think of my Reagan-era Kim Cattrall one way and one way only. Plastic.
When we first talked about doing this column, one movie immediately came to mind: the hot pink mess of a Kim Cattrall vehicle they call Mannequin. In the hilariously horrible flick, Cattrall plays, well, a mannequin (more on that shocking development below). It may be hard to believe, but this movie IS as awesome as it sounds. It's been midnight fave of mine for years. Featuring numerous dance montages, outstanding garden party hats, overtly punny one-liners and over-emotive hand gestures, it's a guilty pleasure that stands the test of time - and never fails to inspire a random re-watch (or two).
At one point in the movie, Andrew McCarthy's character asks Kim to jump on his motorcycle and ride around the town with him. She's a bit hesitant, worried that people will look at them funny (what kind of dummy would think that?). She finally agrees when Andrew yelps, "Who cares what people think!? Just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight!" If that's not the best piece of advice he could give to future Mannequin lovers, I don't know what is!
In the opening credits of Sex and the City 2, we get to catch a glimpse of what Samantha Jones looked in the 80s. According to that flick, many Manolos ago, Miss Jones had ratted hair, acid-washed jeans and make-up up to her eyebrows. While that image is hilarious (and probably downright accurate) I like to think of my Reagan-era Kim Cattrall one way and one way only. Plastic.
When we first talked about doing this column, one movie immediately came to mind: the hot pink mess of a Kim Cattrall vehicle they call Mannequin. In the hilariously horrible flick, Cattrall plays, well, a mannequin (more on that shocking development below). It may be hard to believe, but this movie IS as awesome as it sounds. It's been midnight fave of mine for years. Featuring numerous dance montages, outstanding garden party hats, overtly punny one-liners and over-emotive hand gestures, it's a guilty pleasure that stands the test of time - and never fails to inspire a random re-watch (or two).
At one point in the movie, Andrew McCarthy's character asks Kim to jump on his motorcycle and ride around the town with him. She's a bit hesitant, worried that people will look at them funny (what kind of dummy would think that?). She finally agrees when Andrew yelps, "Who cares what people think!? Just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight!" If that's not the best piece of advice he could give to future Mannequin lovers, I don't know what is!
