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I happen to know that most - though not all - of the people who read this thing are people of roughly my age, meaning that they did a lot of growing up in the 80s, and are now in their 30s. I also happen to know that many of these people are people with an innate sense of fun and adventure, and are the type of people who refuse to grow up.*

This means that:
i) they grew up loving the film “The Goonies“, and therefore
ii) they should love “Without A Paddle” as much as I did.

Really. I just finished watching it and had to blog about it. You can feel the love of The Goonies coming out in the ridiculous plot. It’s… it’s just excellent. I’m no film critic, but I will say that Seth Green always does a good job and Matthew Lillard managed not to gawk all over the place, and the third guy (Dax Shepard, apparently) stole the show.

Yes, it’s an American buddy movie starring a collection of handsome young white men. Yes it features ridiculously stereotyped rednecks. But since the former simply makes for visually pleasant viewing and the latter is eclipsed by the fuckknuckle who currently runs the world, why not turn off your cynical debt-ridden jaded mind for 95 well-scripted minutes and remember how you felt when you first saw Chunk and Corey Feldman et al go looking for stuff under the thing, with the map, and wasn’t there a lighthouse, and then there was that bit with the waterfall… oh dude, and the ship! and the big bald guy in the ship! Whoa! That was awesome!

–c. (not aged 11, honest)

* Dempster, Clarke, Spaldin… I’m looking at you.