This week we watch a 90s film. Yay! “Prayer of the Rollerboys” was directed by Rick King, the guy who wrote Point Break which, for all it’s endearing charm, was not a well written movie. So you can see how this one might go.
Our film was about a group of white supremacist rollerbladers, or, ‘bladers, as they’re known by people who have learned the lingo. The Rollerboys have a vast criminal empire, but mainly spend a lot of their time doing this:
Of course, Corey Haim has no problem with that since he spends most of his time doing this:
That’s what’s known as ‘blading. Anyway, most of the money in Rollerboys’ coffers seems to come from drugs. But not good old cocaine or heroin. What they needed was a new, flamboyant, needlessly hard to ingest designer drug befitting the mess that was the early nineties, or as I like to call it, what happened when the 80s woke up with a hangover and ralphed. Behold, Mist!
Kids love it:
By the way, Patricia Arquette is in this movie. If you don’t love her, You might want to check and see if you’re human. How could you not love this?
Speaking of wacko outfits, did you ever notice how people like to remind one another that fashion in the eighties was, well, not great, but that they always seem to forget about stuff like this?
Anyway, there’s an adorable kid, pictured here about to dive into an inflatable pool where two girls are jello wrestling (seriously):
There’s crime stuff:
Things get a little weird and racist:
But in the end, Corey smashes someone’s face to oblivion, which is apparently a theme in movies we watch:
Then they drive off into the sunset even though no one’s paying attention to the road. Maybe the sequel will be their long, painful road to recovery through physical therapy and rehab after the accident.
After you’ve listened to the podcast, head on over to our audio commentary tracks page and listen to us watch the movie! You should find a copy of the movie so you can watch, too. It makes more sense that way. After that, write us an email. Then go play outside, like Lad here, who is too square for ‘blades. He wouldn’t send a photo so I had Cleo draw what I can only imagine his adventure on rollerskates looked like.