As requested, here's a review of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension.
If you haven't seen this movie, you officially suck.
Lucky for you, that can be resolved.
I saw this movie, in French, two or three times when I was a kid. It was playing on TV. To give you a time frame, it was made in 1983. It's a science-fiction comedy, almost parody, that takes itself seriously. Kinda like Spaceballs, but with a more serious feel.
(If you don't know what Spaceballs is, you have reached a level of suckiness that can no longer be described.)
The movie starts with a short text that explains who Buckaroo Banzai is. The son of an American father and Japanese mother (or the other way around?), brilliant neuro-surgeon, got tired of saving lives so he went to Tibet (or wherever) and learned all sorts of martial arts (in which he's a master, of course), then came back and figured he'd get a PhD in nuclear physics (or somesuch). Oh, and he's about 30. And he tours the US in his custom bus because his scientist buddies, also expert marksman and stuff, are all in a hugely successful rock band and they do concerts and stuff.
That's the first five minutes. You meet Buckaroo and his band, there's a small gun fight, and you see the cool Banzai character make it just in time for his trip to the eighth dimension (in a Ford truck) -- he was late because he had to help this guy perform an extremely complex and life-threatening brain surgery.
If you're not laughing yet, this movie ain't for you. Oh! and did I mention you suck?
So that's the setup. The deal of the movie is that going into the eighth dimension has inadvertently opened, for a small period of time, a portal through which some aliens came into our dimension (and our planet) disguised as humans. Of course, they are evil (well, they aren't American, therefore they are evil, right?) and, of course, only Buckaroo Banzai can save the Universe (and, more importantly, the US) from their evil, evil plans.
All of which he does, along with his buddies, in the high-fashion of the early 80s. So white jackets with rolled up sleeves galore. We even have a merry-man named "Perfect Tommy" and a damsel named "Penny Priddy". And, most important of all, John Lithgow as the completely insane evil genius and arch-nemesis.
I ask you: what's not to love?
So stop sucking so much and get that movie!
