Finally caught a matinee of SUPER 8 yesterday. Fantastic flick and a lot of fun. As others have stated before, and I'll concur, it most definitely is J.J. Abrams' giant love letter to Steven Spielberg (-- Spielberg of the 1970's, we must sadly quantify), that is almost pitch perfect; perhaps too pitch-perfect in spots, but now I'm just picking nits as the pros easily outweigh the cons, here. Anyways, the main reason for this post is for what happened after the film ended, when the Easter Egg wrapped up, and the final credits rolled proper, where I, high as a kite on what I had just witnessed, and a gal I've never met before, similarly addled, held an impromptu karaoke duet in the emptying theater, breaking off a piece of The Knack; a tune that epitomizes Abrams' uncanny efforts to capture that weird transition period between the 1970's and the 1980's, where, for once, reality did not bite.
The Knack:
Prescott Niles (Bass), Bruce Gary (Drums),
Doug Fieger (Singer, Guitarist), Berton Averre (Lead Guitarist)
Prescott Niles (Bass), Bruce Gary (Drums),
Doug Fieger (Singer, Guitarist), Berton Averre (Lead Guitarist)
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