The End of Andrew McCarthy?

You may have noticed from the staid frequency of my posts, but I've recently come to the sad realisation that even though Andrew McCarthy is way rad, there's not much to say about a dude who reached his career peak approximately 20 years ago. Sure, watching Weekend At Bernie's is like staring at gold reflected off diamonds, but writing about it is a little boring. The old dude's dead, the young dudes are pretending he's not - it's a f**king masterpiece, get over it.

Yesterday I took a stroll through my leafy neighbourhood park. It was cold, the weather was windy, I wore a green coat with a mad collar that flips up to warm my supple neck. A couple of dogs chased each other up a hill. I thought about life. I thought about death. I thought about throwing a tennis ball 100 metres in front of me, running after it, and picking it up with my teeth. I thought that'd be pretty fun. I thought about babies and why they're so goddamn stupid, how they can hold a strawberry in their hand for 20 minutes and still not know what the f**k it is. I thought about Enrico Calantoni, and how he seems like a pretty nice dude, can probably make spaghetti bolognaise like a superstar. I thought about thinking and how it can fill up time when you stupidly leave your iPod on your bedroom dresser when you go out on some stupid walk in the stupid cold.

But I didn't think about Andrew McCarthy. I didn't f**king think about him. And I don't know if I ever will again. F**k you, Andrew McCarthy. F**k you and your yankee blue jeans. If I ever see you again, I swear to God, I'll kick you to death, I'll do it.

The new Andrew McCarthy?

So I was watching Transformers at a preview screening last week, and something hit me - Shia LaBeouf is pretty awesome. He's really funny, but not in an obnoxious kinda way... you know, just like Andrew McCarthy. In fact, if we lived in a world where Andrew McCarthy didn't exist, then Shia LaBeouf would probably get a blog dedicated to his raddest movie moments. But thankfully, Andrew McCarthy does exist... and he rules at it.

There can only be one Andrew McCarthy...

So I was just reading about Andrew McCarthy over at Wikipedia, and it says there's a journalist who writes for the National Review who's also named Andrew McCarthy. That guy should really change his name.

Awesome Andrew McCarthy Movie Moment #224

Remember that scene at the beginning of Weekend At Bernie's (the original), when Andrew McCarthy and that dude from The Single Guy are sitting on the roof of their apartment building in the sweltering NYC heat, and all the tar around them is melting and sticking to their hands and feet? Yeah, that was awesome.

Andrew McCarthy Life Lessons #114

Why does Andrew McCarthy rule so hard? Um, why does a caterpillar turn into a butterfly? HE JUST DOES. After Jesus woke up from his deadness, Thomas, not believing his friend had come back to life, asked to see the wound in his side. "You need to see to believe," said Jesus. "Happy are those who believe and do not see." Indeed.

Andrew McCarthy Life Lessons #113

“There is the brink of insanity, and then there is the abyss.” – Kevin Dolenz (aka Andrew McCarthy), St. Elmo’s Fire, 1985.