I don’t know why I liked this movie as a kid. I mean, it’s okay and all, but man, what a textbook example of toxic masculinity and narcissism, pro-war ethics and the inevitable undercutting of what’s supposed to be a strong female character by making all the things that make her strong completely insubordinate to her infatuation with a man-baby who can’t take even the slightest bit of criticism.

Also, I got a laugh out of the clear homoerotic overtones of the volleyball game. I guess years and perspective make things a little clearer.

Target: 300 words
Written: 783 words, hip little story: Get Back Again