Every Friday I share 5 things I enjoyed this week. Also, high fives are inherently cool, and I think we can all agree Friday is the bestest day. Hence the Friday High 5. šš»
Today is November 1, which is all kinds of wrong. You donāt want to hear it, but pretty soon Christmas will be here, and then 2025.
Meanwhile, I find myself stuck firmly in the 1980s. Nostalgia has a way of making things seem better than they wereāwe also only tend to be nostalgic for good thingsābut 4 days before another all-or-nothing presidential election, can you really blame me?
So fair warning: This weekās edition of the High 5 ended up very nostalgia-driven. Itās an ongoing theme in my life, to the point that I half-wonder if I should just embrace it and only cover the things that give me those warm-fuzzy memories.
Itās a silly idea, one Iām tempted to laugh off. But the next time I send one of these, the fate of the free world will be decided. And the magnitude of that is making me want to disappear down another YouTube rabbit hole.
Oh! Hereās something cool that happened this week: I was quoted in Wired magazine. As a friend of mine said, I can now claim to be published in Wired. Donāt think Iām not tempted.
Become a supporter for $3 a month!
Subscribers gain access to an ever-growing list of exclusive articles.
Hereās the latest exclusive: The Unified Theory of Dwayne āThe Rockā Johnson, Hollywoodās Silliest Actor
Cobra Kai: Season 6
I put off starting season 6 after I learned Netflix was splitting the final season into two binge packets. But now that Part 2 is due to dropāin exactly 2 weeks!āIāve properly reorganized my life.
Iām glad to be back.
I am of the opinion that Cobra Kai works best as a Johnny Lawrence vehicle, and much less-good anytime Ralph Macchio shows his face. Which unfortunately is a lot, as the series has become more about Daniel LaRusso than the redemption of Johnny. That quibble aside, I love the show. Itās nostalgia porn.
No question, Cobra Kai has unapologetically dipped into the Saturday morning cartoon vibe, but I love it. Sometimes cheesy is awesome. Whatās pizza without all that cheese? (Answer: An enormous breadstick.) This embrace of the gonzo was the logical outcome of Daniel LaRusso breaking the space-time continuum, and thus, predestined.
Iām still reeling from this casually awesome line from the second episode of Season 6: āYour incompetence is why I must stay alive.ā Itās the kind of thing a proper two-bit villain might say. Like Cobra Commander, which is a great segue.
G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero
Life is strange.
I was a huge G.I. Joe kid back in the day. The cartoon was iconic. The toys were legendary.
When it came to toys, G.I. Joe stood toe-to-toe with Star Wars. Often I mingled the two because they were comparably sized, and itās just good fun having Darth Vader and Destro collaborate to crush their foes (before turning on each other, predictably).
How and why I moved on from G.I. Joe is a long story that seems especially tragic with the benefit of time. Suffice it to say, while Star Wars has never died for me, I hadnāt though about G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero in over 30 years.
And then this happened.
I have a lot to say about the experience, which will be the subject of a long-form article.
Now that Iām in my mid-40s, Iāve been waiting for a mid-life crisis to strike. Fast cars and faster women have never been my style, but Iāve also never stared down the barrel of my own mortality. Even I couldnāt really say what might happen. Perhaps Iād do something truly rash, like start a āGreedo Shot Firstā fan club.
Itās very comfortably on-brand that my own mid-life crisisāif this is indeed what it isāconcerns the cartoons and toys of my youth. Iāve even taken to stalking eBay for G.I. Joe toy lots. Forget a MustangāDaddy needs a vintage Snake Eyes (which costs nearly as much as a Mustang).
Iām totally alright with that.
YouTube Trip Down Memory Lane
YouTube started me out on this G.I. Joe journey when it served up a video about the G.I. Joe movie. And, in a snake-eating-its-tail kinda way, watching G.I. Joe led me back to YouTube, where I started watching videos about the toys.
Every video you watch prompts the algorithm to suggest more in the same vein, which is how I ended up watching this video about the best toys from the 80s.
Whatās crazy is how many core memories this unlocked. There are several toy lines I didnāt recallāSilver Hawks, Rambo, Mask, Copsāthat I distinctly remembered after the video. And they were all awesome!
This video is very boy-centric (no Barbie, Care Bears, or Cabbage Patch Kids) and doesnāt include a handful of toys I distinctly remember, like Gobots or Voltron. The fact that I played with most of the toys mentioned, and many he did not, proves two things: The 80s were the peak era for toys, and I had way more toys than I remembered.
I may end up writing a long piece about this because I canāt stop thinking about it.
Nobody Wants This
We finished this Netflix series after nibbling on it for a couple of weeks. Itās the perfect bite-sized show in both its length (most episodes are less than 25 minutes) and its drama-lite fare. It also openly trades in Jewish stereotypes and nearly every named character is somehow unpleasant. It feels weird to admit itās a fun watch as the pixels of that last sentence are still cooling, but itās true.
Smarter people than I have weighed in the showās merits. Iāll just say this: I really enjoyed Nobody Wants This and am looking forward to the second season.
My chief complaint is about Noah (Adam Brody), the rabbi love interest everyone claims is hot. Thereās a gentleness to him thatās appealing because you literally never find that in a leading man. And itās refreshing to have a religious figure who lives by the tenets of their faith. But heās just way too perfect. He always does the right thing. I just donāt believe it. They couldāve at least thrown in a scene of him picking his nose or crop-dusting his brother.
I donāt want to say anything about how season one ends because of spoilers, but itās cheap and dumb, and I also donāt believe it.
The Conners
I donāt watch much (read: any) network TV because it seems to mostly exist to provide a home for advertisements. I honestly canāt even tell you whatās on traditional TV, which is an embarrassing admission. (My sense is a lot of procedurals and reality TV.)
We have an over-the-air TiVo from the days we regularly tuned ināwhich was enough to require an over-the-air TiVoābut these days itās mostly used to capture the latest antics of Lanfordās favorite dysfunctional family.
The Conners has some of the funniest writing youāll find. Itās so slyly witty. You know the jokes are coming. Thatās literally why youāre there. But the punchlines arenāt telegraphed and often arrive in surprising ways. Even if the humor is completely couched in the familyās generational misfortune, they keep finding new ways to tell familiar jokes.
Also: Laurie Metcalf is a national treasure.
Questions for you!
Have you ever found yourself caught in a nostalgic riptide? How did it play out?
Real or fake: Ralph Macchioās hair. I think itās a bad rug.
What fun stuff are you watching?
My life has been a nostalgic riptide in the past few years for sure.
There's this very curious Canadian movie that made the festival circuit a couple of years ago, but never got a proper release in America (or anywhere...?). Today, November 1st, it has finally been distributed to VOD, though it is also available on the free, no-ad streamer HOOPLA. It is called "I Like Movies", and it is about an insufferable little teenage cinephile in 2002, I believe.
Anyone who really loves movies will wince with recognition at this little brat constantly putting his relationship with movies over almost every other valuable aspect of his middle-class life. No, we weren't that awful, we can say (this kid is really a little shit), but there are select moments where, if we squint, we can see ourselves in the condescension, the obliviousness, and the bitter jealousy of anyone who doesn't just like movies but somehow finds a way to use them as social currency.
This certainly isn't a masterpiece, but all cinephile on deck for this one -- it's got plenty of hysterical moments.
Fromtheyardtothearthouse.substack.com