Thoughts on "Valley Girl"

-Nicolas Cage is a much better name than Nicolas Coppola.
-What the hell happened to Frederic Forrest?
-The film feels like it was written in 10 days, and it was.
-I love that the prom backup band is Kajagoogoo, which is something I've always wanted to name a cat. Unfortunately, I'll just have to settle for calling my dog Raja "Rajagoogoo."
-I feel dirty for enjoying seeing Elizabeth "E.G." Daily's tits. I mean sure, she's cute as Dottie in my favorite film Pee-wee's Big Adventure, but she's also the voice of Buttercup on Powerpuff Girls, Babe in Pig in the City and Tommy Pickles on Rugrats. It's like how I feel awkward thinking Pamela Adlon on Lucky Louie is kind of hot, even though I know her as the voice of Bobby Hill on King of the Hill. Then again, I just saw Ms. Daily play a whore named Candy in Devil's Rejects, so I should't complain.
-After the overly long driving sequence down Sunset in the film, it made me realize I sort of miss Los Angeles. Not by much, mind you. I still hate all you fuckers!
-Within the same sequence, I began to think about how Mayor Giuliani changed NYC--at least Manhattan--from a scum-filled hellhole into the Disney-fied Times Square it is now, within, oh, around eight years and what changes L.A. has made during the same time. However, looking at the Sunset Strip in this film circa 1983 and now, there is absolutely no difference. It's still a scum-filled hellhole.
-So this is the movie where Modern English's "Melt With You" came from.
-I still hate The Valley.