Friends and Crocodiles
I got the DVD for Friends and Crocodiles yesterday, and I was worried, upon a second viewing, that the movie wouldn’t live up to the first time I saw it on BBC America-that both in narrative and theme it would be gossamer-thin cotton candy. But it held up remarkably well, and might have been even more heartbreaking the second time around.
Alternatively, Thrashin’ happened to be on TV on Sunday, and its profound popularity with males of my generation only speaks to the spiritual and psychic deracination of the 80s that Friends and Crocodiles was exploring.
The only connection these films share is that they both appeared on our TV during the last week. Well, that, and the fact that the main male character in one went around without a shirt on under his jacket, and the main male character in the other went around without a shirt on under his vest.