re-sweatin' the oldies...
I think I've expounded on my love for Just One of The Guys. It's one of the first movies I remember seeing and thinking, "Man, this PG-13 business is really something special." Yes, it has a full-on topless scene. The thing, I swear, comes out of thin air. And when you're seven years old, those are like little gifts of heaven until you're actually allowed to watch R-rated films. As a matter of fact, I remember looking through PG-13 videos in the video store with my brother and particularly gauging the possibility of some kind of nudity, brief or semi-brief, for each one.
Bro: "Top Gun?"
Me: "We own that. And you know there's no nudity."
Bro: "But isn't there a sex scene..."
Me: "Just stop, dude. Kelly McGillis. No."
Now, I'm not quite positive but it sure seems like Amanda Bynes's new She's The Man shares a lot of similarities to JOOTG. What does this mean? Probably nothing other than the fact that Hollywood has stopped scraping the bottom of the barrel. There's now a hole in the barrel and they're digging the hole deeper and deeper. To China or something. Which means a couple of toddlers will accidentally slip and fall down that hole and there will be a huge media circus and a ton of subsequently bad TV movies about the whole ordeal. Yes. I'm weird. Can someone start a Greg Tolan Fan Club or am I going to have to get geekily violent?
My favorite musings on JOOTG/Greg Tolan (for fun):
Patton Oswalt's The Johnny Lawrence Story
My Blog is Poop's Lessons Learned From JOOTG