Hot Shot
1993 - 11 year old Zapiola is sat in a darkened cinema, one sweaty hand grasping a bag of sweets, the other delving into a tub of popcorn (my pre-pubescent self probably sub-consciously reckoning that this whole obesity thing needed a damned good run up to be done properly) in a state of delirious excitement waiting for Hot Shots Part Deux to start. Oh and I'd also polished off rather a lot of coca-cola too.

In front of me was a couple - probably in their early 20s. The girl was dressed in a delightful lime green longhaired jumper (it sort of looked like fur - but made of wool or something - and lime green), and had one of those wonderfully bouffant early 90s hairstyles.

Can you guess where this is going?

I lasted until the point where Charlie Sheens character runs out of arrows so uses a chicken instead. The expression on the chickens face sent me apoplectic with laughter. I liberally coated the lady in front - not only with puke, but also with the remains of my popcorn.

I don't think she enjoyed the rest of the film.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 2:04, 2 replies)

Ooh!
I got this movie for Christmas and haven't watched it yet. I'll raise a glass to you Zapiola, at the appropriate moment.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 2:46, closed)

Better
make sure its just a glass...
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 19:06, closed)