I realize Randal Kleiser was more famous for one of the exclusive club of directors who exploited Brooke Shields, but this is how I came to know him.
Short and sweet: I fucking love this movie. Still do.
- I love the synth sheen of Silvestri's score. Yeah, the main theme is great, but what worked so well was the textural work associated with the craft. It gave the whole thing a mysterious, ethereal quality that works wonders in the first act.
- How about Cliff De Young playing a genuinely good guy? I couldn't believe he didn't try to kill David or make him burn down a house. It's like Kevin Tighe in ROAD HOUSE. You expect something bad to happen and it never does. (Of course I didn't know this when I was 8, but there you go.)
- The computer effects of the UFO. Of course today it looks dated and cheesy, but it was very progressive stuff at the time.
- And the key to the whole thing, Paul Reubens. Some genuinely funny one-liners (not the least of which is Reubens' credit on the film as "Paul Mall"), but it was surprisingly warm voice work. Knowing now what I didn't know then about the Pee-Wee Herman character, it's fantastic to hear him giving such a sincere performance, free of the subversive wink-winks.
"Hey, blimpo! Oink oink! Too many twinkies, heh heh...."




