Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Valley Girl Brings you Back and Makes you Believe



Ah the 80’s, did they really ever happen? Did I actually live through them? I recently dialed up 1983’s Valley Girl on Full Movies to find out.

It’s the old story of the boy from the wrong side of the Hollywood sign who tries to woo the valley girl from the right. In 1985, my first viewing of Nicholas Cage as “Randy” made me believe and definitely “stopped the world” in Modern English.

That’s even in consideration of a tubular dialogue that never quite made it to the valley I was in. Devoid of all that talk in the Saranac River Valley, where I attended Plattsburgh University in upstate New York, the film still allowed for an uplifting translation.

But 30 years later, it is a little difficult to stomach the, so like, flighty girls, and wooden guys with their turned up collars.

On the other hand, Valley Girl returned me the chance to suspend the decades that have passed in disbelief. Deborah Foreman, as Julie, stands in as the girl with the eyes, hair and smile who did the world melting and stopped my own heart.

So suddenly you’re Nicholas Cage and missing a beat is once again a must. But all the inspiration that was stunted when it actually counted finally finds a voice and sings out for you.

Then like a real person, you actually get to decide if it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. 

Taking her song back to the lowlands, you’re familiar enough with that. Conversely, I no longer lack the wave of my long lost hair and playing it cool seems second nature in the winning-her-back moves Nicholas Cage must have learned from me.

Coyly showing up on a series of Julie’s dates with her finely combed boyfriend, we are hard to resist.

Remaining anonymous on each occasion to the privileged valley boy, the inside joke between Randy and Julie is not quite enough to do the trick. But it’s certainly refreshing to imagine that you’re not your own worst enemy, while muscle and disapproving girlfriends are all you need to overcome.

If only life were that easy, she wouldn’t have stood a chance in the 80s I was actually from.

So why not believe and crash the prom from the couch in a last ditch chance to get her back. Easily over matched in a fight to win over the girl, a punch in the face pales in comparison to the fractured heart I routinely carried up and down Court Street at my old Alma Mater.

On the other hand, the corresponding kick in the nuts that Randy levels does the trick.

Valley Girl now sees the final act, and the two bounce for the limo bought and paid for by the brainless hunk.

Feeling young, I’m no longer jaded by the reality that love is more finite than forever. Julie’s smile says it all and any spark had for the antagonist flies out the window in the diamond bracelet presented earlier to possess her.“Valley High Plaza sir,” the limo driver defer.

We know what that means, but Randy hasn’t lived as long as me and Nicholas Cage. The smile and sigh of relief could be seen to imply the obvious escapades they are about to embark on. Not here.


Innocence and hope are expressed magically in the face of this future Oscar winner. It made me believe the 80s did happen, I lived through them and were worth the journey – even without the Hollywood ending. 

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