This past weekend to celebrate the birthday of the fabulous cake lady of Flour Shop, we watched a movie in the screening room at the SoHo House (how posh). The featured film was probably the second most-watched movie of my childhood (after “The Little Mermaid”), “The Little Rascals.”
I guess my taste hasn’t evolved much because I still thoroughly enjoy this movie. It has all the components of a best picture winner, and was clearly robbed at the 1994 Oscars. Was “Forrest Gump” really that good? Since it’s award season, I think it’s appropriate to break down a few cinematic elements.
“Finders keepers, losers suck”
“We are he-man woman haters. We feed girls to alligators”
Then the clouds opened up and God said, “I hate you, Alfalfa!”
A slutty leading lady in a love triangle:
“He makes me melt like a Popsicle on the fourth of July.”
Reba, Whoopie Goldberg and Donald Trump – that’s the dream team.
Sexual innuendos involving children: