Good morning and welcome to another edition of Drunk Movie Monday. Whereas last week I begged off on being an intelligent and insightful blogger on account of it being SDCC, this week I am going to have to beg your pardon on account of it being GISHWHES, the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m one of those people who doesn’t understand that time is limited, and thus agrees to entirely too many things. On a related note: do any of my followers know anyone from the WWE or WWF? Asking for an item.
And now to the drinking. All the nerdom around me lately has been oddly nostalgic, what with Sailor Moon coming back in new release and that entire nightclub full of people singing the Pokemon theme song, so this week our Drunk Movie Monday is dipping into the nostalgia well with a film that you likely remember less well than you think you do: Space Jam.
I know everybody has nostalgia glasses about this film, myself included, but let’s be real: this movie is absurd. And perfect for drunk viewing.
The film: Space Jam (1996)
The premise: NBA star Michael Jordan has quit basketball to play baseball, and his life is in a slump. Meanwhile, the Looney Tunes are being kidnapped and forced into slavery by evil invading space aliens the Nerdlucks, who for some reason adhere to Death’s beat-me-at-a-game, win-your-freedom rule. The Tunes challenge the aliens to a game of basketball, but the Nerdlucks steal the playing abilities (and likenesses) of several NBA stars, leaving the Tunes with no hope of winning unless they enlist the help of the greatest basketball player of all time: Michael Jordan. So they pull him down a golf course hole. Naturally.
See what I mean? This movie is batshit.
Why you should watch it: Aside from the poor acting of Michael Jordan and the zany fun that Looney Tunes always provides and the frankly impressive live action/animation interactions for the time period and the amazing soundtrack (Y’ALL READY FOR THIS???) and the whose-who of 1990s celebrities in the cameos and the sheer overload of nostalgia for anyone who grew up after this movie’s release?
The drinking game: Drink every time someone gets hurt in a zany, tuney way. Twice if it’s Michael Jordan.
Bonus: Drink for product placement.
Where it’s available: Tragically, not on Netflix, but it’s only a $3 rental on Amazon Instant. Worth it.
“I tought I taw – I did! I did! I did tee Michael Jordan!” -Tweety Bird
P.S. The Space Jam promotional website from 1996 is still up and unaltered from it’s original design. You’re welcome.