Well, here it is. The anticipated (in the "ripping of a band-aid" sense) film adaptation of another '80s property is crapping its way to a theater near you. Does it help that its updated with CGI and a rap remix of the only endearing element of the franchise? No, no it doesn't. Does it help that it features the talented Neil Patrick Harris and John Oliver? Yes... it does, kinda! Is the previous positive aspect totally negated by the fact that they had to include an apostrophe in the verb-ification of the movie's title? Is anyone else sad? That would help.
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The Hackensaw Boys reboot Blaze Foley's Reagan-era "Oval Room" in light of the current political climate with scorching results.
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Pulp functions less as a pulpy mystery or gangster tale than as a spoof of same, albeit a spoof that retains a noirish sense of fate and power.