Retro Television Review: Saved By The Bell: The New Class 2.3 “Let the Games Begin”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Tuesdays, I will be reviewing Saved By The Bell: The New Class, which ran on NBC from 1993 to 2o00.  The show is currently on Prime.

This week, we’re back at the country club.

Episode 2.3 “Let the Games Begin”

(Dir by Don Barnhart, originally aired on September 17th, 1994)

At Pacific Palisades Country Club, it’s time for the annual competition between the members of the club and the staff.  If the staff wins, the members will wait on them for a week!

Really?  I mean, is this a real thing?  Why would any club member agree to that?  If I’m paying good money to belong to a country club, the last thing that I’m ever going to do is wait on the staff.  I don’t care who wins the stupid competition.

It turns out that Screech is a very good golf player, which becomes an important plot point when the games end in a tie.  The tie-breaker is a golf game between country club owner Big Ed and Screech.  Big Ed tells Screech to either take a dive or stop dating his daughter, Allison.  In the end, Screech can’t betray his fellow workers but Allison doesn’t care.  She decides who she dates, not Big Ed.

Also, Tommy D learns how to swim (yay, good for him!) and Rachel says she’s going to quit her job when she learns her boyfriend won’t be coming home for the summer.  (Her boyfriend was a member of the club and Rachel only took the job so she could spend time with him.)  Brian, not wanting Rachel to quit, starts to send her poems that she believes are being written by her boyfriend.  Rachel eventually learns the truth but she’s not offended at all.  Of course, she isn’t.  Just look at Brian’s apologetic smile!

This episode …. listen, let’s give credit where credit is due.  Christian Oliver and Sarah Lancaster?  They were cute together.  As far as fake Zacks go, Christian Oliver was one of the better ones.  And Jonathan Angel gave a likably earnest performance in the scenes where Tommy learned to swim.  Unfortunately, this episode featured way too much Screech.  Though Dustin Diamond is nowhere near as bad during season 2 as he would be in later seasons, he’s still way too cartoonish to be taken seriously as anyone’s boyfriend.

Seriously, can you imagine buying a country club membership and then having to wait on Screech?

Anime You Should Be Watching: Initial D (Inisharu Dī)


“I don’t care about winning or losing. I just want to see what’s beyond this…” — Takumi Fujiwara

If you’ve ever found yourself staring at a beat-up old Toyota AE86 and wondering why some people treat it like a holy relic, then you’ve already stumbled into the gravitational pull of Initial D. This late 90s anime, based on the manga by Shuichi Shigeno, is one of those classic series that any new fan of anime absolutely needs to have on their list. It’s raw, it’s ridiculous, and it’s somehow one of the most gripping sports anime ever made, despite half of its runtime being close-ups of a sweaty guy shifting gears. The premise is deceptively simple: Takumi Fujiwara, a high school kid who’s been delivering tofu in his dad’s panda-colored AE86 since before he could see over the steering wheel, accidentally discovers he’s the best downhill racer in the Gunma region. He’s not some hot-blooded hero—he’s tired, he works a gas station job, and he’d rather listen to Eurobeat than talk about his feelings. That’s the magic of Initial D. It takes a mundane, almost boring protagonist and turns him into a legend through sheer muscle memory and an encyclopedic knowledge of every gutter, hairpin, and blind corner on Mount Akina.

The anime originally ran from 1998 to 2000, and watching it now feels like cracking open a time capsule. The CGI cars have aged like milk left in the summer sun—clunky, blocky, and hilariously out of place against the beautifully painted 2D backgrounds. But you stop caring about ten minutes into the first episode because the soul is so undeniable. The soundtrack, a relentless barrage of Eurobeat tracks like “Deja Vu” and “Running in the 90s,” injects every race with a dose of pure, uncut adrenaline. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched a silent, unimpressed teenager drift through a tight corner while some Italian disco singer screams about gas gas gas. The manga, which ran from 1995 to 2013, is more detailed and technically sound, explaining the physics of weight transfer and braking points without losing that underdog charm. But the anime amplifies everything—the tension, the sheer speed, and the weird, lonely atmosphere of driving at 3 AM when nobody else is around.

What makes Initial D a classic that deserves a spot on any new fan’s watchlist isn’t just the racing. It’s the way it builds a world around mountain passes that might as well be battlefields. Every rival Takumi faces—Keisuke and Ryosuke Takahashi in their red RX-7, Mako Sato in her SilEighty, or the terrifyingly calm Kyoichi Sudo in his black Evo III—has their own backstory, their own obsession, and their own reason for pushing a car to the absolute limit. The show understands that street racing is about ego, youth, and that brief moment of perfection when you nail an impossible line. Takumi’s growth from a bored delivery boy to someone who genuinely loves driving is subtle but powerful. He doesn’t get a big speech about friendship; he just starts smiling a little more when he hits the apex.

Then there’s the film spinoff: Initial D Third Stage, released in 2001. It’s a movie, but calling it a movie feels generous since it’s only about 90 minutes and basically adapts the final arc of Takumi’s high school career. This is where things get serious. The animation improves—fewer PS1-looking cars—and the emotional stakes jump off a cliff. Takumi faces his toughest rival yet, a no-nonsense driver in an Evo IV named Kyoichi, but that’s not the real battle. The real battle is Takumi deciding whether he wants to drift forever or try to build a normal life. He also finally deals with his feelings for Natsuki Mogi, the girl who’s been his maybe-girlfriend for the whole series. I won’t spoil it, but the movie handles her subplot with a surprising amount of maturity, even if it’s heartbreaking to watch this stoic kid have his heart wrung out on the tarmac. The final race in Third Stage is arguably the most satisfying in the entire franchise, because it’s not just about winning—it’s about Takumi proving he’s ready to move on to the next level.

Now, here’s where Initial D’s legacy comes roaring into focus. You cannot talk about the first three Fast & Furious films without acknowledging the ghost of Mount Akina hovering behind every street race. Before Dom Toretto started grunting about family, the original The Fast and the Furious (2001) was basically a Hollywood translation of the Initial D formula: underground tuners, uphill/downhill respect, and a quiet hero who knows his machine better than he knows people. The sequels, 2 Fast 2 Furious and Tokyo Drift, leaned even harder into that DNA—Tokyo Drift especially, with its drift-obsessed plot, its foreign protagonist learning mountain passes from a local master, and its reverence for Japanese street racing culture. That movie’s entire vibe—the late-night touge battles, the Eurobeat-adjacent soundtrack, the focus on technique over raw horsepower—is Initial D with a Southern accent. Without Takumi Fujiwara’s sleepy-eyed drifts, there’s no Han Lue casually sliding an RX-7 through a parking garage.

Video game franchises owe an even louder debt. Gran Turismo literally included Mount Akina-inspired tracks in several entries, letting players reenact Takumi’s gutterslides with obsessive fidelity, and made the AE86 Sprinter Trueno a fan-favorite car despite its modest stats. Forza Horizon (the latest entry in the series happens to be set in Japan) took that influence and cranked it to eleven, with dedicated Initial D liveries, user-created touge events, and a community that still organizes “Akina downhill” time trials in every new installment. Need for Speed pivoted hard toward the Initial D template with Underground and Underground 2, ditching exotics for tuners and centering the plot on proving yourself against local kings, while Need for Speed: Carbon literally lifted the “crew vs. crew” mountain duel structure from Initial D’s Project D arc. The Crew series, with its massive open-world map and its obsession with car clubs and regional boss battles, practically begs you to recreate Takumi’s journey, even adding an official Initial D pack with the AE86 and an Akina-inspired track. Beyond direct references, Initial D normalized the idea that driving skill is a form of combat. Before its manga and anime, most racing media was about glamour or pure speed. After Initial D, you got Wangan Midnight, MF Ghost (its direct sequel), and a generation of car enthusiasts who argue about weight transfer the way sports fans argue about batting averages.

And here’s the observation that really separates Initial D from almost every other anime or manga out there: as popular as characters like Takumi, Keisuke, Ryosuke, and even side characters like Itsuki or Bunta have become, the series has never lost sight of the fact that it’s really about the cars. You won’t find long monologues about inner demons or tragic backstories resolved through the power of friendship. Instead, you get ten-minute sequences where two characters silently analyze the suspension geometry of a Nissan Skyline GT-R versus a Mazda RX-7, and somehow it’s riveting. The AE86 Trueno isn’t just Takumi’s car—it’s the co-protagonist. The same goes for Keisuke’s yellow FD3S, Nakazato’s R32 Godzilla, or Shingo’s absurdly loud Civic EG6. These machines have personalities, flaws, and growth arcs. An engine blow isn’t just a mechanical failure; it’s a dramatic turning point. A new carbon fiber hood or a swapped racing engine feels like a power-up in a shonen battle manga. That obsessive focus on the hardware—weight distribution, horsepower numbers, tire wear, the specific sound of a turbo spooling at 4 AM—is what makes Initial D feel less like a character drama with cars and more like a love letter written directly to the machinery itself.

That approach is exactly why Initial D single-handedly put Japanese street racing culture onto the global pop culture map. Before the manga launched in 1995 and the anime hit screens in ’98, the idea of “touge” (mountain pass racing) was a niche subculture known mostly to locals and hardcore gearheads in Japan. The rest of the world thought street racing was drag racing on empty American industrial strips. Initial D introduced millions of viewers to concepts like gutter drifting, the braking drift, the invisible line, and the terrifying art of a blind corner attack. It made the winding roads of Akina, Myogi, and Usui as famous as any racetrack in the world. Suddenly, teenagers in Europe, South America, Southeast Asia, and North America weren’t just dreaming of Ferraris and Lamborghinis—they wanted used Silvias, AE86s, and RX-7s. They started learning about Japanese domestic market (JDM) cars the way their parents learned about muscle cars. They argued over whether an Evo was better than an Impreza on a downhill section. They stayed up late watching pixelated fansubs of the anime just to hear the next Eurobeat track drop as a pair of headlights appeared in the rearview mirror.

Walk into any car meet today, and you’ll see AE86s with “Fujiwara Tofu Shop” decals on the doors. You’ll hear people unironically refer to the “Initial D tax” on vintage JDM parts. You’ll find YouTube channels dedicated entirely to recreating Initial D races in real life, with drivers narrating their line choices exactly like the characters in the show. The manga and anime didn’t just document Japanese street racing—they codified it, romanticized it, and exported it so effectively that the term “touge” is now understood by car enthusiasts on every continent.

Look, Initial D isn’t perfect. The dialogue can be wooden, the pacing drags during exposition about camshafts, and the less said about the weirdly horny gas station manager, the better. But none of that matters when the engine roars and the synth kicks in. For a new anime fan coming from modern shows with glossy animation and fast pacing, Initial D might feel like a relic. But that’s exactly why you need to watch it. It’ll teach you that passion can look like a sleepy teenager in a cheap track suit, that rivalries are built on mutual respect more than yelling, and that sometimes the best way to solve a problem is to take the inside line at 120 KPH with one hand on the wheel. Add the manga to your shelf too—it goes way deeper into Takumi’s professional career and is a masterclass in long-form storytelling. But start with the 90s anime. Let that clunky CG and those glorious Eurobeat hooks pull you in. Before you know it, you’ll be looking at every empty mountain road just a little differently, wondering if you’ve got what it takes to be the next ghost of Akina. Even the criticism that Initial D made the AE86 overpriced and overhyped is a testament to its power. A boring 1980s Corolla became a legend because a fictional teenager delivered tofu in it. That’s not just influence. That’s pop culture alchemy. So when you recommend Initial D to a new anime fan, tell them to pay attention to the characters, sure. But remind them to also listen for the roar of a four-cylinder engine bouncing off the limiter. Because that’s the real star of the show, and it always has been. And that, more than anything, is why Initial D will never be forgotten.

Scenes That I Love: Pete Townshend and The Who at Woodstock


Today is Pete Townshend’s 79th birthday and today’s scene that I love features Pete Townshend (as a member of The Who) performing at Woodstock in 1969.

Roger Daltrey later said that this was the worst gig that they ever played and The Who did end up going on stage early in the morning, with the sun rising as they performed See Me, Feel Me.  The majority of The Who’s performance was not included in the initial release of the Woodstock documentary but the noticeably grainy footage would later be included in various rereleases.

Unfortunately, no cameras recorded the moment when Pete Townshend became the hero that 1969 needed by kicking a ranting Abbie Hoffman off of the stage.  But, audio of the incident survived.

Here is The Who at Woodstock:

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Albert Pyun Edition


4 Shots From 4 Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!

Today, on what would have been his 73rd birthday, we celebrate filmmaker Albert Pyun!

It’s time for….

4 Shots From 4 Albert Pyun Films

The Sword and the Sorcerer (1982, dir by Albert Pyun, DP: Joseph Margine)

Cyborg (1989, dir by Albert Pyun, DP: Philip Alan Waters)

Captain America (1990, dir by Albert Pyun, DP: Philp Alan Waters)

Kickboxer 2 (1991, dir by Albert Pyun, DP: George Mooradian)

Retro Television Review: Crime Story 1.4 “St. Louis Book of Blues”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Mondays, I will be reviewing Crime Story, which ran on NBC from 1986 to 1988.  The entire show can be found on Tubi!

This week, everyone’s going to Missouri.  Can you blame them?

Episode 1,4 “St. Louis Book of Blues”

(Dir by Leon Ichaso, originally aired on September 30th, 1986)

After Ray Luca discovers that his henchman, Frank Holman (Ted Levine), has been compromised by Torello, he decides to deal with the situation by sending Holman down to St. Louis.  A gangster named Ganz (Raymond Serra) has a home in St. Louis and, according to Ganz’s associate Johnny Fosse (Michael Madsen, doing his slow-talking, cigarette-smoking Madsen thing), there is a book in Ganz’s shelf that contains the name of every bookie, coach, and sports-fixer in America.  Ray, who is hoping to start up his own nationwide gambling syndicate, wants that book.

Far be it for me to question Ray Luca’s strategy but it does seem strange that his response to one of his people screwing up is to give that person an even more important job to do.  I get that Ray is trying to be a manager now and, as a result, he no longer personally robs anyone but Frank really does seem like the last person he should trust to pull this off.

And, to no one’s surprise, Frank doesn’t pull it off.  Torello and his men follow him all the way to St. Louis.  They not only arrest him but they also get their hands on Ganz’s book.  They do this despite the operation nearly being ruined by an ambitious and publicity-hungry sheriff named Hartman (Allen Swfit).

Unfortunately, when Frank offers to inform on the entire “St. Louis mob,” Hartman releases him from jail.  Frank promptly flees town.  When he calls Ray, Ray orders him to stay out of Chicago and instead to go to Cleveland.  Frank replies that if he has to choose between Hell or Cleveland …. he’ll go to Cleveland.  Good thinking, Frank!

(Actually, I’ve never been to Cleveland so I don’t know if it’s really good thinking.  Wasn’t Dennis Kucinich from Cleveland?)

As this episode ends, Ganz is ready to declare war on Luca and it appears that Max Goldman might be the first victim.  The funny thing about Max is that he’s played by a young Andrew Dice Clay and, in every scene in which he appears, Clay’s facial expressions are totally and completely over-the-top, as if Clay was determined to make sure that no one forgot he was in the scene.  I hope that Max survives, just for the sake of entertainment,

This episode returned to the idea of Torelllo being dangerously and tightly wound.  Before he followed Frank to St. Louis, he nearly firebombed a furniture store because the owner hadn’t delivered the table that he had ordered.  Torello was talked out of doing so by his fellow cops but the store owner still got the message.  The table arrived at Torello’s apartment.  Of course, it was the wrong table.  That made me laugh.  People have no idea how close Torello is to snapping and killing everyone around him.

This was a good episode.  It was interesting to see a young Ted Levine, not to mention a young Michael Madsen as well.  The corrupt and incompetent sheriff was identified as being a Democrat. I appreciated that.  I’m looking forward to seeing where this show is going.

 

6 Shots From 6 Films: Special Chow Yun-Fat Birthday Edition!


Chow Yun-Fat is one of the great international movie stars, and he’s my favorite living actor. Today is his 71st birthday, and I’ve been watching and reviewing his movies like crazy this month. I’ve had a ball. I’ll have new reviews to share soon, but today I’m sharing six fun screen images featuring the Hong Kong legend!

John Woo’s ONCE A THIEF (1991), laughing with Cherie Chung & Leslie Cheung!
THE CORRUPTOR, with a chokehold on Byron Mann!
ANNA AND THE KING (1999), dancing with Jodie Foster!
CURSE OF THE GOLDEN FLOWER (2006), in a toxic relationship with Gong Li!
Letting the Bullets Fly in LET THE BULLETS FLY (2010)!
Looking debonair in Johnnie To’s OFFICE (2015)!

Review: Obsession (dir. by Curry Barker)


“Just because you chose this for her doesn’t make it less real.” — Phone Operator

There is something especially unsettling about horror films that begin with a simple emotional truth. Obsession, written and directed by Curry Barker, starts with a feeling most people understand: wanting someone to love you back. Barker takes that universal desire and twists it into something ugly, tragic, and terrifying. The result is a horror film that works both as a supernatural nightmare and as an uncomfortable examination of loneliness, entitlement, and emotional dependency.

The premise sounds deceptively simple. Bear, played by Michael Johnston, is a socially awkward young man hopelessly in love with his longtime friend Nikki, played by Inde Navarrette. Bear convinces himself that if circumstances were just slightly different, Nikki would finally realize he is the right person for her. When he discovers a supernatural object known as the “One Wish Willow,” he makes the disastrous decision to wish that Nikki would love him completely. Naturally, the wish mutates into something horrific, transforming Nikki’s affection into a violent and all-consuming obsession.

At its core, Obsession feels like an old-fashioned monkey’s paw story updated for the modern age. Barker takes the familiar “be careful what you wish for” premise and dials the nastiness up to 11. The film fully commits to the emotional ugliness of its concept, giving the well-worn trope a vicious bite that makes the movie far better than it has any reason to be. Instead of treating the supernatural element like a gimmick, Barker roots the horror in emotional selfishness and the terrifying consequences of trying to control another person’s feelings.

What makes the film work so well is that Barker avoids turning the story into a heavy-handed moral lecture. The script trusts the audience to understand the disturbing reality underneath Bear’s actions. Bear is not portrayed as a cartoon villain. He is insecure, lonely, emotionally immature, and quietly resentful. That complexity makes him far more unsettling because he feels recognizable. The film taps into a very modern type of “nice guy” entitlement, where affection is viewed less as mutual connection and more as something owed or deserved.

Michael Johnston gives an impressively layered performance as Bear. He never plays the character as openly monstrous right away. Instead, Johnston leans into Bear’s passivity and self-pity, making him seem like someone convinced life has unfairly denied him happiness. Even as events spiral out of control, Bear continues rationalizing his decisions instead of fully confronting the damage he has caused. Johnston manages to make the character pathetic, frustrating, and disturbing all at once.

Inde Navarrette delivers the film’s strongest performance as Nikki. Once the wish begins taking hold, Navarrette shifts between affection, emotional collapse, desperation, and outright menace with remarkable control. What makes her performance especially effective is that Nikki never stops feeling human beneath the horror. There is a lingering sadness to the character because the film makes it clear she is losing her autonomy piece by piece. That loss of agency becomes one of the movie’s most disturbing ideas.

More than anything, Obsession is about the horror of emotional suffocation. Barker exaggerates toxic relationship dynamics into supernatural horror, but the emotions underneath everything feel believable enough to sting. The film understands how frightening dependency can become when love starts turning into possession. In many ways, the supernatural curse almost feels secondary to the emotional damage unfolding between the characters.

One of the film’s biggest surprises is how confidently Barker handles tone. Considering his background in online comedy and internet content, it would have been easy for the movie to lean too heavily into irony or self-awareness. Instead, Obsession balances dark humor and psychological dread remarkably well. There are genuinely funny moments throughout the film, often rooted in painfully awkward social interactions, but the comedy never weakens the horror. If anything, it makes scenes more uncomfortable because the characters and situations feel recognizable.

Visually, the film punches far above its apparent budget. Barker and cinematographer Taylor Clemons create an atmosphere that feels claustrophobic and emotionally oppressive. The framing often leaves characters isolated within empty spaces, subtly reinforcing the loneliness and discomfort driving the story. The lighting also deserves praise, frequently bathing scenes in dim yellows, reds, and shadows that gradually make ordinary environments feel increasingly hostile.

The sound design is equally effective. Barker wisely avoids relying only on loud jump scares. Instead, the film builds tension through silence, distant noises, and subtle audio distortions that make scenes feel emotionally wrong before anything overtly frightening even happens. Combined with Rock Burwell’s unsettling score, the movie maintains a lingering sense of dread that hangs over nearly every scene.

When the horror finally erupts into violence, Barker shows admirable restraint. The graphic moments land hard because the emotional groundwork has already been carefully established. Some scenes are genuinely difficult to watch not simply because they are bloody, but because the violence feels directly tied to desperation, obsession, and loss of control. The film understands that emotional discomfort can often be more disturbing than gore itself.

If the movie has weaknesses, they mostly stem from Barker occasionally pushing the central metaphor a little too hard. Some later scenes become slightly obvious in their symbolism, and a few supporting characters feel underdeveloped compared to the leads. Still, those flaws never seriously damage the film because the central performances and atmosphere remain compelling throughout.

What ultimately makes Obsession stand out from many modern horror films is how emotionally specific it feels. Rather than chasing broad social commentary, Barker narrows his focus onto a very particular kind of emotional dysfunction. The film is less interested in making sweeping statements about relationships and more interested in examining the terrifying consequences of confusing love with ownership.

In that sense, the “One Wish Willow” works less as a magical object and more as a representation of selfish fantasy. Bear wants love without vulnerability, rejection, or reciprocity. He wants an easy shortcut to emotional fulfillment. The horror comes from realizing that genuine love cannot exist without freedom.

There are traces of earlier psychological horror films throughout Obsession. The movie occasionally recalls the obsessive fixation of Misery and the emotional body horror of Possession, though Barker filters those influences through a distinctly modern lens shaped by internet-age loneliness and social isolation. Yet despite those influences, the film never feels derivative. Barker’s voice as a filmmaker comes through clearly in both the emotional discomfort and escalating supernatural chaos.

Perhaps the most impressive thing about Obsession is how assured it feels for a filmmaker still early in his career. Barker directs with confidence, gradually tightening the emotional pressure until the movie becomes almost suffocating by its final act. By the end, the film reaches a level of tragic inevitability that feels earned rather than forced.

Obsession succeeds because it recognizes how frightening loneliness and emotional dependency can become when mixed with entitlement and fantasy. Beneath the supernatural premise is a painfully human story about people confusing obsession with love. Curry Barker turns that idea into a disturbing, darkly funny, emotionally bruising horror film that lingers long after the credits roll.

For a filmmaker making such an ambitious leap into feature-length horror, Barker delivers something remarkably confident and emotionally sharp. Obsession is creepy, uncomfortable, tragic, and surprisingly insightful. More importantly, it feels like the arrival of a filmmaker who understands how modern horror can reflect real emotional anxieties while still delivering an entertaining and deeply unsettling experience. In many ways, Barker joins the recent wave of younger horror filmmakers like Oz Perkins and Zach Cregger who have proven that horror, dread, and dark comedy do not have to work against each other. Like those directors, Barker understands how to blend discomfort, absurdity, and genuine emotional tension into a cohesive whole, creating a film that is as unsettling as it is unexpectedly funny.