Along with that touchstone of cinematic history, there also appeared for a week or so at your local multiplex (or whatever your movie house was called back in 1985):
- Brazil (Okay, so I never got into it, but everybody else I know did)
- The Breakfast Club (Oh, remember what's-her-name? and that other what's-her-name? and that guy, that guy, and the other one? Sigh)
- Cocoon (nobody else's favorite, but I got a kick out of it)
- The Color Purple (Why isn't Oprah hawking a new Blu-Ray edition of this?)
- The Goonies (Remember how icky you felt thinking Josh Brolin was so hot?)
- Kiss of the Spider Woman (Remember how icky you felt just looking at William Hurt?)
- Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (Icky, icky, icky)
- Prizzi's Honor (Be honest. When it was over, didn't you go home and "do it"? Right there? On the Oriental? With all the lights on?)
- Ran (King Lear with action! Samurai Shakespeare! Dude!)
- The Trip to Bountiful (Horton Foote's gift to Geraldine Paige before she upped and died and left poor Rip Torn on his own)
Never mind.