Labor Day in the Hamptons, 1987.
Who’s yer favorite character?
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wfSgSvDBSg[/youtube]
And where were you twenty years ago today?
Labor Day in the Hamptons, 1987.
Who’s yer favorite character?
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wfSgSvDBSg[/youtube]
And where were you twenty years ago today?
Top three:
The camera man;
Spuds McKenzie;
The dude with the black tank who wanted to drop trout only to be stopped by his beard.
Happy Labor Day; I just heard on NPR that U.S. Americans are the most productive workers in the developed world…America Fuck Yeah!
20 years ago today I was probably at Posters Plus at Orem Mall, buying posters for my dorm room, since I had either just started, or was just about to start, my freshman year at BYU. I probably spent some of the day looking over my books for the honors freshman colloquium, which I was super excited about, and would subsequently fail, because I was even more excited about being able to skip classes.
Rarely has cinema verité so relentlessly forced the viewer to acknowledge the moral and intellectual vacuity of American culture, along with Whitey’s inability to dance. Watching this clip I was suspended between allowing myself the relief of looking away from the frame and compelling myself to watch. It made for a tense 9 minutes.
While normally I would not reward such attention-whoring as she displays throughout, I have to say that one of my favorites here is the chick in the blue bikini top who unceasingly shakes it by herself on top of the bar. Her exuberance, her joie de vivre, and her threat to dump a blenderful of margaritas on someone who has doused her with water make her stand out from the crowd of big frosted hair and rhinestone sunglasses.
Is anyone else disturbed by the consistency of hair style? Boys, girls, same hair . . . in fact same clothes really, and same dance moves, and same expressions . . . good thing we have evolved into more individuality in the 21st century. Hmmmmm . . . oh well, off to see the BRATZ movie.
Although the gal in the blue bikini top is indeed compelling, I was more intrigued by the three women standing to her right at the bar–the second time she appears on camera, it pans over to them and you get to see the tail end of the dirty look they shoot her. Saucer of milk, anyone?
Scott picked my favorite: “The dude with the black tank who wanted to drop trout only to be stopped by his beard.”
His description is better than the footage.
He’s holding a trout?
Look closely. It’s stuck in his beard.
I gotta tell ya, as much as I’d love to punch every one of those people in the face for their hideous crimes against humanity, they’re having a hell of a good time there.
I’m gonna have to go for the blue bikini top woman dancing with her box of Marlboros. Not many people can use a pack of smokes as a dance partner in the way that she can.
I vote for the woman near the end (1:13) with the cowl neck sweater vest doing slight egyptian moves with just the twinge of italian. i also know she felt way overdressed in her mall wear cursing herself with each safe move (marrying early, working for AT&T, not frosting her hair, trading in her scirrocco (sp?) for a ford…)
but mostly it just made me miss the days where mustached cops stayed in the car with their binoculars.
fashion disaster favorite is a quick flash at some highwasted acid washed jeans with tiny tuxedo flaps where the button should be.
i loved this. in fact i may just go back and watch it again.
thank you, julie the ping pong queen. you just made my night.
was that hulk hogan? i’m pretty sure i saw hulk hogan.
sadly, in 1987 i was still just a bit too young to be beer bonging on the beach in my leotard. sigh.
my favorite “character” is the amazing display of sunglasses throughout (especially the front man of the band’s slightly askew frames).
happy labor day, y’all!