by Joel G. Robertson UPDATE: A special thanks to Jill Schoelen herself for permitting me to post this retrospective to her Facebook wall! ————————————————————————————- It’s seventeen days and counting until the official launch of Forgotten...
by Joel G. Robertson I originally posted this in the comments section as a suggestion list for my friend Dumbricht, who’s blogging about watching 31 movies leading up to Halloween. Check out his blog here....
Well, I know I said I wouldn’t be posting again until Friday. Okay. So, I lied. But the reason for breaking my vow to only post Mondays and Fridays until the official launch of Forgotten...
It’s 20 days until the official launch of the Forgotten Flix site! I’ve decided to wait and post all full-length reviews and retrospectives starting on October 31. In the meantime, I’m posting short segments every...
Three O’Clock High (1987) plays out like a fevered nightmare. It’s a prison movie masquerading as a high school comedy. It’s funny, very funny, but not in that “I’m going to wet myself and I...
Well, this is the first “official” review for Forgotten Flix, and it seems fitting. The Heavenly Kid was one of those movies my sister and I watched over and over and over and… well, you...
That’s right folks! Thursday night I’ll be sitting back with the Missus and checking out a motion picture I haven’t seen since I was a wee lad, Three O’Clock High starring Casey Siemaszko! Mr. Siemaszko...
“I got it covered.” — Bobby QUICK SYNOPSIS: With these final words, Bobby Fantana (Lewis Smith) gets into his rusted-out coupe and races his high school nemesis, Joe. But when his bracelet (a greaser wearing...
by Joel G. Robertson 29 days and counting until the official launch of the Forgotten Flix blog, a place where I will be waxing poetic (okay, maybe not “poetic,” but I will occasionally use iambic...
So, what, pray tell (my obnoxiously foo-foo way of saying explain) is a forgotten flick?
Well, that's easy enough. A forgotten flick is simply any movie you remember but no one else does. I find that the older I get the more often this is happening. Most often it's when I'm talking to some young whippersnapper and goes something like this: