Wow, I totally forgot that the video store doofus in The Lost Boys was the Big Bad! Lena didn't remember either, but felt it almost immediately anyway -- sometimes I'm so utterly naive in my entertainment spectatorship... What, X is really M in disguise? Huh? (The thing is, I actually enjoyed that aspect of the contentious New X-Men #146; what really shat me was the strange lapses in pacing and layout, combined with that awful trad-Marvel dialogue. I know it's probably high-camp parody, given the revelations in the content, but it still strikes me as Lazy Morrison.)
Funny Lost Boys things: the guys in your comic book store are actually vampire-slaying, survivalist nutters. Kiefer Sutherland in vamp-face! Incredibly bad music! Incredibly good music! A weird feeling about Richard Donner and Joel Schumacher being your typical, workaday entertainers-without-signature of '80s Hollywood, who actually entertain... sometimes. This lack of "style" explains how Schumacher could have given us both the camp classic Batman Forever (a great, lunatic up-yours to Tim Burton's "sound" but ultimately laboured vision) and the flaccid mess that was Batman and Robin. Sometimes there's a great dumb popcorn movie, other times it's "death to Joel Schumacher!". A shrug and a whatever. This lack of overarching auteur "vision", which on a philosophical level was probably reason enough to incite the fanboy jihad, is actually rather refreshing on some levels.
