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Give up, New Jersey.
Posted by: Kevin | July 02, 2009 at 02:49 PM
Egads.
This looks a little earlier than 1994. You could tell me it was 1989/90 and I wouldn't doubt it..but it was a bit of a time capsule down there for a while, wasn't it?
Posted by: mediaseth | July 02, 2009 at 02:50 PM
The director is making the dvd available on her website ruthlessfilms.com soon, apparently in a few days. I could only find one review of the whole movie (which is not even on IMDB) but it was a positive one. It sounds like these aren't the only good parts, but rather the whole thing is like this. Great double feature with Heavy Metal Parking Lot!
Posted by: andy | July 02, 2009 at 03:14 PM
The film was made in '92.
So now I know what Tom Waits was singing about in "Jersey Girls."
Posted by: Mr Fab | July 02, 2009 at 03:28 PM
doesn't look 90s at all!
Posted by: Internet Radio | July 02, 2009 at 04:37 PM
The only giveaway is the one dude's ChiSox hat. Other than that, it could've been 1984. Or 2004 for that matter.
Posted by: Texecution | July 02, 2009 at 05:26 PM
so, New Jersey is where all the rocket surgeons come from, eh?
Posted by: Bodie 601 | July 02, 2009 at 07:01 PM
Yes, and they quickly migrate to NYC. The remainder you see portrayed here.
Posted by: K. | July 02, 2009 at 07:26 PM
More Joisy bashing. Folks, this country is full of types like those. From sea to shining sea.
Posted by: Joe R | July 02, 2009 at 08:27 PM
I was in Wildwood in 1994. Grey Manor Motel. Midweek special. Almost got a tattoo. A real one. But my girlfriend wisely said, "Don't be an idiot, never go to anyone DJ Diane hasn't recommended." So I had my ear pierced instead & stuck a little silver Horseshoe Crab in it.
Posted by: rix | July 02, 2009 at 11:28 PM
Sure, like you wouldn't give your right arm to be a payphone answering murderess, or Dave.
Posted by: bartelby | July 03, 2009 at 02:42 AM