Summer, 1989: Ten year old Tommy and all his retarded friends wait impatiently outside a movie theater on a hot day to be let in to witness the culmination of all our fanboy dreams desires. The line to get in the theater literally wraps around the entire building, and then some. As the time approaches, we get giddier and giddier, until we can no longer contain ourselves. Finally the line begins to move and everyone happily files in to see the giant blockbuster of the summer, Tim Burton's "Batman." We however, are not there for Keaton, Nicholson, et al. We're there for Weird Al Yankovic and "UHF," our summer blockbuster. And we loved every second.21 years later: I still love this movie. I pretty much have it memorized. Aside from "The State," the primary comedic influence in my life was Weird Al. And now, i get to go see it in the theater again...with Weird Al himself in attendance for Christ's sake. 10-year-old-Tommy's head just fucking exploded when i wrote that last sentence. This Saturday, i get a whole evening of Yankovic goodness: videos, a sing-a-long, Q and A with Weird Al and director Jay Levey, UHF, and then a karaoke party. Awesome. What do you have to say to that Tim Burton? Yeah, i didn't think so.
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