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 So I have to ask - could "Lost Boys 2: The Tribe" possibly be the Worst Movie Ever?  I mean, it disappointed my even my hopes - and lord knows, I wasn't sanguine.  The Boyfriend and I Netflixed (how cool are verbed nouns?) it the other evening, hoping for an Ed Wood kind of so-bad-it's-good movie.  It did not deliver.  It was utterly full of Fail. 

The high points of the movie were when someone was quoting dialogue from another movie; a vampire says, "Stay out of Malibu, Lebowski!" and another one says, "Warriors! Come out to play-ay!*" And he didn't even say that right, it should be said in a high voice and sing-song tone, but he's trying to be all oooooh, scary vampire! The Head Vampire was played by Angus "I'm only here 'cause I'm related to Kiefer" Sutherland, who I'd like to describe as wooden, but that's an insult to wood. He had some kind of inexplicable accent that made him sound like Napoleon Dynamite as a vampire. Corey Feldman was kind of funny, but honestly, he was way more hilarious in "Bikini Bandits Experience," where he plays himself (also featured in BBE is Dee Dee Ramone as the Pope! He's got my favorite line: "Fuck you, Satan!") And despite the fact that the promotional materials make a big deal out of the two Coreys together again, Haim only has a cameo in a scene that's just stuck on the end after the credits roll which has nothing to do with the rest of the movie, although I can't really blame him for not wanting to be part of that crap.

Also, the plot is exactly the same as the plot in the first movie. So yeah, if you're thinking it might be a fun nostalgia trip, don't bother with it, just watch the original one again.

 The first time I saw "The Lost Boys" (and I'm dating myself <i>even as I type this</i>) was in the summer after eighth grade, right before I started high school.  It was before my official descent into Goth, but I'd been pretty much a spiritual goth my whole life (the summer before that one was filled with "Sweeney Todd," which was in regular rotation on the A&E network.  I have no idea why my parents let me watch this.) so of course I kind of fell in love with Kiefer Sutherland's sexy-dangerous-creepy vampire.  I can't remember now who played the good guy.  I can't even remember the character's name.  I remember thinking that Kiefer was wasting his time with that drippy girl, though.

That whole summer was kind of a drag.  I wanted to forget about the nerd I'd been in junior high and blossom into someone cool once I got to high school, but I  didn't really have a plan for this or anything.  I felt like I was the only girl in the whole country who'd managed to make it to the age of fourteen without managing to at least experience a lousy, awkward kiss at camp or something.  I was hanging out with this friend I didn't really like, but didn't know quite how to get rid of, but she was at least the one who introduced me to 'The Lost Boys."  We watched it, alternating it with "Stand By Me," all the time over at her house, which was made of aluminum siding and smelled like burnt toast.  

But somehow, when I think about that, it makes me feel really nostalgic.  I get the same way when I hear an old Cure song, or re-read "The Bell Jar," or see those Nestle Alpine White commercials on YouTube.  Like, I'd never want to re-live that time, but there's something about it that's an integral part of who I am now, and I'm grateful for it.  Mostly.

 * Now, "The Warriors" is a <i>fine</i> example of the so-bad-it's-good genre!