“Ordinary people? I hate ’em!”
National treasure Harry Dean Stanton teaches Emilio Estevez the way of the car collector in a bizarre slice of ’80s cinema which became a justified cult classic.
It’s many things jammed together in one rip-snorting package.
You get a coming-of-age tale, a satire of the Reagan years, a buddy comedy in which one guy is old and cranky and the other is young and cranky, and an alien invasion movie.
A quirky in the extreme pic which can’t be replicated, it’s not quite like anything else out there.
And that’s a very good thing.