Last night I had a rather interesting dream featuring a rather well known actress if you were born in the 70′s-80′s, and watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Her name is Phoebe Cates.

The dream turned out to be slightly naughty, and since in the dream I told Phoebe that I’d blog about it… here I am!

It started off with me in bed with her, but I still had some clothing on. Phoebe was wearing a bra and I don’t quite remember what she was wearing below that. I do remember that there was clothing on her lower half though.

We were both under the covers and somehow the conversation between us became about her nipple. Why? I don’t know.

I remember that we talked about what could be done to her nipple (playing with it, licking it, etc…), her right one specifically, but then she started shutting me down saying that everything I was talking about, she had done to her multiple times.

One suggestion had been done over 4,000 times and the other had been done over 6,000 times. I know… what a slut.

Since I was insulted, I promptly got out of the bed (but for some reason had hardly any clothes on) and started telling her off. I remember saying to her that she shouldn’t be such a bitch since the only thing she is remembered for is being topless in a movie, but in the same breath I thanked her for Drop Dead Fred. LOL!

After all of my clothes were on the dream was over.

I find it so funny that I had a dream about her since I’ve never fully seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High, nor do I find her to be that attractive. Oh well, boobs in dreams FTW!

- She Who Has The Last Word

(PS… yes, I went overboard on the nekkid pictures of her but suck it up and enjoy!)

Why does the movie industry feel the need to saturate viewers with movie remakes?  Why not do something original more often?  The last few years, especially, has seen a veritable explosion of movie remakes, and it seems the trend is far from over.

Anyone remember the 1991 Phoebe Cates / Rik Mayall film Drop Dead Fred?  It was a fantastic film that, while commercial unsuccessful, gained a very large cult following and fanbase over the years.  The film was done very well, and left little room for improvement.  This, it seems, is not good enough, though.  Russell Brand, the at times annoying, at times funny British comedian with the weird hair, will be starring in the remake, written by the same man who is penning the Land of the Lost remake for Will Ferrell.  But it is not only our beloved Drop Dead Fred who is getting the makeover treatment; no, no, there is more.  Dudley Moore earned an Oscar nomination for his performance in Arthur, as the titular character, the loveable drunkard heir to a vast fortune.  The film won two Oscars of the four it was nominated for, which is an obvious sign that it needs to be remade!

And don’t get me started on the garbage “[Insert Topic Here] Movie” and “[Insert Topic Here] Flick” that studios will vomit out every four months.  The “spoofs” (if you can call them that) are filled with random pop culture mentions connected together by the loosest of plots pulled, at times, directly from the parody movie with no original spin added.  These movies give “spoof” films a bad name.  Good God, is there not an original bone left in Hollywood?  Why can’t we have more of films like The Fall, or Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story, or Pan’s Labyrinth?!  COME ON!

SERIOUSLY.  COME ON.

-Because I said so