Either Breakin' is always worth 5, don't even need to watch this.

PRETTY SURE. I never saw Electric Boogaloo, but since the white chick was in both, a training montage would not have been needed.

They're all bad actors, especially the kid with the head jerk, but to their credit, they could dance. Love that Chaka Kahn song!

I've started this movie a million times and never finished it. That's not to say anything about the quality, but it's always the "we're drunk/high and WATCH THIS SHIT" VHS that we'd put on at 3 in the morning and pass out. Also, Ice-T's in it. One of these days, Breakin', I will Break You.

despite the popularity of adding "electric boogaloo" to anything with "2" in the title, I think Breakin' 2 is the hardest to find out of the trilogy.

MANOS 2: SATANIC BOOGALOO

There's a TRILOGY?

Yeah it's considered a trilogy, but in a very loose sense of the word: The third and final installment is called Rappin' and focuses on hip hop more than the dancing, and takes place somewhere else. I didn't know this, but Mario Van Peebles' rapping was so bad that they got Sugarhill Gang member Master Gee to overdub them.

Personal life

[Lucinda] Dickey retired from acting in 1990, and lives in California with her husband, Craig Piligian, a co-executive producer of the reality TV game show Survivor.

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Digging around the Internet reveals she was a Solid Gold dancer!

You're the second person I've heard talk about buying or building a drive-in on this site.

Owning a drive in used to be one of my most elaborate fantasies. I wanted to build a writing office on the roof of the concession stand.

There are probably affordable alternatives these days, and new possibilities for extra fun.

One of my best summers ever was the summer of 1989. Right at the end of the summer, I spent an evening under the stars with a gorgeous young woman I was crushing on madly and she liked me, too, but she was going away to college, and it never really happened. Except for that night. A fact about JHM is that nearly every woman I've loved was an artist. I don't know why, I can't draw a straight line, but my history with women who draw, paint and sculpt spans 30 years. This one, however, played the violin, and looked like a blonde goddess.

It was a Mel Gibson double feature. There were other friends present, so it didn't really feel like a date, and that was nice. It was relaxed. I made her laugh throughout, and then, halfway through "Tequila Sunrise"... THE METEOR SHOWER BEGAN.

What would it take to pull something like that off on the small scale? A video projector, a screen or a big white wall on a building, some speakers, and a half dozen friends with snacks and beverages?

Speaking of, does anyone else remember Feyd and his tale of his friend at the drive-in theater? Dude ate way more Taco Bell than any human should -- with the hot sauce no less -- and relieved himself for an extended period perched atop the movie screen. Solid, liquid, spray in a seemingly endless loop. "Aliens" was playing, I think, so the guy definitely shat on Sigourney Weaver's forehead at some point.

Yeah my old neighbors and I did that once when I lived in this ugly apartment complex with gigantic front lot. We were just like "fuck it let's set up Sunday movie night." We just got a big white bedsheet and hung it from the upstairs balcony, a projector that my neighbor had, and KV2s that my other neighbor had. Hooked in the VHS and watched The Shining. We must've had a good 60 people there. It probably would've been fine if it wasn't for 2 factors: we conceived of the idea at around 10PM on a Sunday, and KV2s are pretty much used for big bass drops and stuff like that. It was loud, and it was The Shining. About an hour in, a cop showed up, and the whole parking lot smelled of weed and cheap beer, and I turned out being the one who talked to her. She ignored everything except to say that they've received some noise complaints and if we could turn it down. Not off. So I did, and that was that. She walked away like "man I wish I could stay.."

The only person who gave a shit was our landlord, who found out a few days later. That guy was seriously worse than Mr. Lahey.