My Thoughts On Animal House

The temperature hit a thousand degrees outside this weekend. Give or take a couple of degrees. It was too hot to do anything outside, so I checked another movie off my Must See list. What better way to spend the day when it's a thousand degrees outside than watching Animal House?

I really only knew two things about Animal House before I watched it: there's something about Jim Belushi imitating a zit and it stars a baby Kevin Bacon.

Seriously. Kevin Bacon was only twelve when he was in Animal House. Look it up.

And to be honest, I wasn't prepared to like this movie.

At all.

It just didn't seem like my kind of thing.

But I loved it. Totally loved it. Mainly because I adore Jim Belushi. He kills me. He absolutely kills me. I could watch him eat jello for hours, man. And the man had killer eyebrow moves.

I need killer brow moves. I need to be more expressive using just my eyebrows. Know what this means? This means I'm going to have to spend hours in front of a mirror practicing my brow moves. Or are mad brow skills a genetic thing, like being able to curl your tongue or having detached ear lobes?

Unlike some other movies I could name (Silence of the Lambs), nothing about Animal House really disturbed me. Well, Donald Sutherland's hair bugged me a bit, mainly because he sports a brown 'do that borders on being a white man afro and I've never seen him with anything other than short white hair.

I forgot all about his pseudo-fro as soon as I saw his little naked biscuits hanging out of the bottom of his cardigan in one scene. The nudie biscuits caught me off guard, but thank goodness it was his biscuits that were showing and not … something else.

That would have been disturbing.

To recap: I loved Animal House. Sure it's a little raunchy and uncouth, but it's funny and I like funny. Animal House makes me want to throw on a bed sheet and have a toga party.

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