(...everybody in the news this morning, good morning!)
I was totally going to post this clip for Elisabeth Shue's birthday, but that's way off in October, and this clip makes me way too happy to sit on for that long. Perhaps as pure (and underrated) a moment of cinematic joy as I can remember. Can't think of a better way to start my day.
Can we make note of two things, once we've stopped singing along? 1) Bradley Whitford in that picture frame as her (soon to be revealed as an) asshole boyfriend, and 2) the shoulder pads, by god the shoulder pads, on that bizarre frock-with-a-bubble-skirt she's wearing. God, I love that movie.