There’s something bittersweet, even melancholy about the place 1991’s Ernest Scared Stupid holds in Ernest P. Worrell mythology. The Halloween-themed horror comedy marks the end of an era and the close of Ernest’s Golden Age.
For four glorious years Disney honored the legacy of its founder and longtime leader by employing the services of Jim Varney as hillbilly hero Ernest P. Worrell in a quartet of motion picture masterpieces.
For the first time in its whole miserable existence Disney was finally responsible for something that brought people joy and made moviegoers happy: an Ernest movie.
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The WNBA Draft drew an average of over 2.4 million television viewers last week; the previous draft day record was just north of 600,000.
The history is important here, both because it helps explain the present and because it is so freaking weird. So we go back in time, roughly 600 years ago, to 2011, when State Farm rolled out what seemed like a fun throwaway ad featuring a confused and suspicious housewife who wondered what her husband was doing on the phone at night. Maybe you remember it.
This is, like, fine. It’s about as much as anyone can or should expect from a commercial.
I fell in love with movies about stuntmen while researching and writing The Fractured Mirror, my massive upcoming book about the history of American films about filmmaking. It’s a fascinating, overlooked, and underrated genre that experienced huge booms in the 1930s and 1970s and has its own set of conventions and cliches.
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Gooooood morning, family. Welcome back to the Kicks You Wear. Thank you so much for rocking with me this morning. I appreciate you. It’s my birthday weekend, folks! I’m turning 31 years old on Sunday. Yerboi is getting old. This kind of snuck up on me and I’m not that great at doing birthday things for myself. But I promise you I’ll do my best to have a blast this weekend.