By Stephen Thomas (@15Stephen15)
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I’m Stephen Thomas with Here’s The Thing.
I went and saw Animal House in the theater last night. It was re-released on a limited basis, and as the undisputed seminal college comedy and a major part of my youth, I felt it necessary to re-live all of the unapologetic debauchery of that decidedly non-PC masterpiece on Date Night. Hey, what wife wouldn’t be swayed into a frisky and romantic mood watching John Belushi dump mustard on himself?
See, Here’s The Thing; Sometimes, revisiting our youth can be more than just a trip down memory/smaller waistline/more hair lane. Nostalgia isn’t just for breakfast anymore, which is a reference only people old enough for nostalgia will get. Animal House was the first “grown up” movie that I was ever allowed to see, and it made an indelible mark on my comedic tastes and my life, that remains unmatched even to this day. I frequently whistle the same tune that Otter did. I tell people “Grab a brew, don’t cost nothin’.” I’ll inject “Hi guys! You guys playin’ cards?” into any situation I want to intentionally make awkward. Fewer and fewer people know what the hell I’m talking about, but I don’t care – one of the lessons I learned from Animal House was to do what I think is funny and never, ever apologize for it. Side note: I also learned that apparently women in sororities in 1962 could stand naked in front of a window and not notice the fat guy on a ladder watching them from two feet away. (Man, must have been a glorious time to be alive) Going back and seeing this comedic foundation film on the big screen again was fantastic, and not just because there’s nowhere in today’s cinema you can see the protagonist use the accidental death of a college girl to try and get her roommate into bed. No, seeing Animal House on the big screen made me feel like a teenager again, at least until I tried to get up and my knees told me the truth. It reminded me of why I fell in love with comedy in the late 1970’s and that love has never diminished. It reminded me why my 11 years of college are certainly not down the drain.
Look, I know I haven’t mentioned sports today, so … “Hey! Aren’t The Olympics great?” There, its’ done. Now there’s only one thing left to do: TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!