So today, June 7th, marks the 25th anniversary of a story of 6 kids, 1 mutant “Baby Ruth” loving, ugly, teddybear, and an adventure! The Goonies will live on forever, they never die, and I can’t stop watching the movie. It’s better then ecstasy — it’s the Goonies!
Twenty-five years ago, six kids (aided by one superpowered Italian-American mutant) went on an adventure to save their homes. We were much smaller then, and the world was much, much bigger. It was a time marked by the Cold War, AIDS, voodoo economics and, of course, our childhood. It was an intoxicating mix of boundless opportunity and abject terror, and it was ours.
For good or ill, The Goonies is a celluloid time capsule, a two-hour tribute to the children of a bygone era. But kids are still kids and the world is still a beautiful, dangerous place full of mystery and wonder and the occasional pirate ship. This is exactly the reason it persists in the hearts and minds of misfits of that age, and why it will continue to enamor future generations despite its dated mindset and atrocious sense of fashion.
He said, “I is happy my 25th birthday is today! Glarf! Baby Ruth!”
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