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Kevin Costner is too douchey in this movie and his wife is about as hot as an old onion in my fridge. I vote for Soul Glo. Just let your SOUL GLOW!

Tiebreaker goes to Queen Elizabeth passing beers at the Angels game.

I have seen both of these movies countless times... yet I remain indifferent to both of them. So Fmeat will go with the Fwife-esque Elizabeth Shue one more time. Cheerleading, ponytail, there you go.

Stand by Me. I can't buy into the idea that Tim Robbins has any idea what a real pitcher should look like.

Still voting for Fletch. Still want to detowel whats-her-nuts.

"Maybe later you can kiss me on the veranda..." "Lips would be fine."

Willets Point wrote: Aw man, that song gets me each time . Give me a hug man! Lighten up, Francis.

I'm voting for Elisabeth Shue here, as my wife puts off a very Shue-like vibe.

I went with Blade Runner. Big fan of the science fiction... and my view of Terminator is colored by mediocre sequels.

Willets Point wrote: Sure, all you chardonnay-swilling elitists who can only say "film" and not "movie" will prefer Fast Times. You'll always pick the movie with the teenage boy masturbating because somehow that's art. But let me ask you, how many sequels did Fast Times at Ridgemont High spawn? None. TV series? None. Cartoons? None. Nicknames for Mets pitchers? None. Police Academy is definitely the cultural touchstone of the 80's. Uh, Fast Times at Ridgemont High did actually spin off a short-lived TV version called simply Fast Times. I believe Ray Walston and Vincent Schiavelli were the only members of the movie cast to make the transition to the TV show. It sucked, also, if I recall.

soupcan wrote: "Two brothers... One speaks no English, the other learned English from watching "The Wide World of Sports." So you tell me... Which is better, speaking no English at all, or speaking Howard Cosell?" That and Barney Rubble asking Lane if he minds if he asks Beth out sealed the deal on this one for me. Taylor Negron as the mailman, Lane's little brother with hookers in his room. Yah, I'm going to go with Better Off Dead also as it looks like it's fading and needs my support. Kudos to the excellent support work by Curtis Armstrong and Dan Schneider as Ricky Smith. Finally, for those of you who enjoy this movie, some excellent interviews with the director and Ricky Smith himself.

soupcan wrote: I also did not care for Field of Dreams. Too hokey for my tastes. Fman - you should vote with me based on Kelly McGillis' breasts. Fmeat will throw his, ahem, support in your direction then. I don't recall no boobies in Field of Dreams, except for maybe James Earl Jones'.

I have to deliberate on this... I love both of these movies greatly.

I don't have strong feelings for either of these movies, so I will withhold my vote in case a tiebreaker is needed.

Heaven Help those who don't vote for Ghostbusters.

First of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.

Lest we forget John Cusack was in both of these films, in "Stand by Me" portraying in flashback sequences the older deceased brother of Wil Wheaton's character.

I am torn. Both of these movies have cable rewatchability. Both have memorable peripheral characters (John Candy, Eugene Levy vs. George Wendt, M. Emmet Walsh) and both are funny. So, once again, we'll let Fmeat decide. And ol' Low-Brain is going for the chick from Fletch in her towel and short tennis skirt over Daryl Hannah and her annoyingly boob-blocking long hair. I don't know her real name but Mrs. Stanwick can run into my water buffalo anytime.

I also had some problems maintaining my identity with the Cusack character when he chose that boring Peter Gabriel song as if it were cool. I mean, come on Lloyd. I was with you for a while there. The South Park send up of that scene was hysterical, one of their best moments... [bebe's house, night. Stan walks towards the fromt door, looks around, and knocks three times. No response, so he knocks again. The door opens and Bebe appears] Stan: Bebe, you need to go talk to Wendy for me right now! [bebe rolls her eyes and sighs] All this time I've been trying to have my friends do all the talking for me! Now I realize I need her friends to do it! Tell her I love her! Bebe: Stan, why don't you show her you love her? If you really want Wendy back, try doing the most romantic thing you can think of. Stan: [thinks] Okay, so what's the most romantic thing I can think of? Bebe: If you really want a shot at getting her back, stand outside her window, hold a boombox over your head, and play [closes her eyes] Peter Gabriel. [Wendy's house, night. Stan stands on the lawn with a boombox, looking up at Wendy's window. He presses the play button and holds up the boombox. Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey" plays from somewhere in the middle. Wendy appears at the window and looks down, her jaw dropping. Stan holds the boombox higher, keeping Wendy's gaze on him. Wendy covers her mouth as Token appears next to her at the window. Stan's jaw drops. Wendy leaves the window. Token unleashes the curtain ties, and the curtains close upon the window]

[Akeem]I am very happy to be here![/Akeem]

John Cougar Lunchbucket wrote: bmfc1 wrote: We should have a separate tournament for baseball-related movies All for it. I'm in the "good, not great" category for BD also. It is a chick flick, just look at the damn trailer. I'm like, totally into St. Elmo's for its outrageous badness, with one performer chewing up more scenery than the next on down the line. It's a complete and utter suckfest so spectacular I can. Not. Turn. Away. Bull Durham? Eh. I'd rather watch "Eight Men Out" or "The Natural" anytime if I'm looking for 80's baseball cinema. Sorry, but I'm back to the wank-scale and I'm giving my vote to slutty-attainable-pre-implant Demi Moore here over, uh, Susan Sarandon's weathered ass.

Ha. I am the lone dissenter, the McCain vote of this poll. Nice!

I went with Stone, primarily using Danny DeVito as the tiebreaker. Tom Cruise is just too irritating in this movie (and most movies for that matter). Kathleen Turner side boob v. Valerie Golina in the tub is a wash.

Never a big fan of "Say Anything." I am having a much tougher time with Spalsh v Feltch.

AG/DC wrote: If all you want is wank material, then.... gah, listen to me. Pearls before swine. Something as arbitrary as a World Series of 1980's movies calls for a judgement system as arbitrary as deciding which lasting wank-related image I carry around in my mental wallet. Sincerely, Wanky Frank Lary (man I hope that was his nickname at some point in his life)