I really love Mannequin on the Move. The first movie, I was not a fan of – maybe that’s just because I’ve never had a thing for Kim Catrall – but I’ve always loved the sequel.
Earl and I watched both movies last night while eating our super hearty homemade chicken and rice soup. And I still love the movie for all of its silliness and that horrible count with his disgusting mole.
I’m usually not a fan of sequels in the first place and it’s rare that I like a sequel as much as the original and even rarer that this happens and I like the second better than the first.
Watching it last night, however, made me question why on earth my dad let me watch that when I was a little kid… I mean, there’s a part where these three Arnold Schwarzenegger wannabes are trying to get a ride and they strip down and start dancing in the road until two female dump truck drivers stop to pick them up. Granted, there’s no scene similar to Andrew McCarthy lying (presumbably naked) in a fur covered bed surrounded by Department store employees, but still, I’m not sure that I should have been watching this at six.
Oh, Amy. You should hear the things Jesse watched as a kid! However, his parents would rent movies and leave the kids home alone all weekend so he saw EVERYTHING. He was telling me about one movie he saw when he was a kid where this woman was telling this little boy all about different kinds of werewolves. It sounded like a cute movie, and then he said "Yeah, the old lady gets her head crushed like a melon." "Wait, is this a kid's movie?" "Oh heck no!"
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