cinememories: an american summer

here’s what i remember about this movie.  david silver is a surfer and there is a cave.  and there’s a scene that revolves around tp’ing someone’s yard.  and a surfing contest.  and i think david silver stuffs his underwear.  i think.   i really do hope i’m right though since, otherwise, it’s a very confusing and uncomfortable recall.   in truth, my memory is so shoddy in regards to this movie that while i know i’d seen it ten or thirty-five times with the dominator, i had absolutely no idea what it was called.  until now.  i’d like to thank god, the imdb and google images for helping me track down this underwhelming movie art:

i wanted to recap this movie a little bit better so i went to imdb for their plot summary.  here’s what was written (presumably by someone who hasn’t actually seen this movie):

tom moves to california to his aunt’s house.  there he meets finn.  finn teaches tom how to surf and how to be just a regular “california kid.”  this movie is following the book “tom sawyer.”  they even have to catch a character like injun joe.

so i guess we are no better off than before.  maybe you’ll take the time to rent/netflix this film and remind me what it was all about, since my blockbuster card has long since been passed on to a collection agency, my roommate reserves our netflix rentals for old french films and bonus feature dvds, imdb’s plot summary is worse than a third grade book report and i can neither rely on wikipedia nor spend more than three minutes on their site without checking to see if there are any new, intriguingly poignant (read: hilarious) additions to the scientology page.

dominator: the tables have turned!

cinememories: side out

i’m not sure i’ve ever purposely watched this movie, yet i can say with confidence that i’ve seen (parts of) it more than fifty times.  conservatively.  i don’t know what it is about these guys and their shenanigans that  makes it so hard to turn the movie off when i happen upon it, but side out just never seems to disappoint.  not on a sunday afternoon.  not on a friday night.  not at two-am on a sleepless weekday.  starring soul man’s c. thomas howell and thirtysomething’s peter horton…

if there were such things as beach volleyball jerseys and champion and champs sports made and sold them, respectively, the dominator and i would have been wearing zack barnes and monroe clark jerseys like it was our job.  which would make us beach volleyball players.  beach volleyball players with awful tans/awesome sunburns/impressive heat rashes.

i miss side out.  it’s still on occasionnally, but not nearly enough.

dominator: twenty-two!