To this point in our subjection of the films of BBS Productions we’ve been privy to a handful of boundary-pushing films that we now recognize today as landmark pictures in the furthering progress of New Hollywood from the late 1960′s onward. They were films dealing with contemporary cultural changes and a youthful revolutionary attitude to not necessarily show things as we dream them to be, but more as they are. Life isn’t like the movies, so maybe make some movies that are a reflection of life. Life is imperfect, rough around the edges and occasionally a little disorienting. Thus far, the films in the BBS library discussed these past four weeks have shown us just how the mindset of the transitioning American lifestyle and interest was during that time period with timely and current stories.

Welcome back to Junkfood Cinema; we will not go quietly into the night. You are about to read one of the worst internet columns in the history of mankind. No longer consumed by our petty need for legitimately good films, we here at Junkfood Cinema are united by our common interest in the utterly schlocky. First we will examine how the chosen film has earned its freedom from the tyranny of nuance and the oppression of critical measures of quality. We will then triumphantly raise our voices to proclaim what it is about the film that allows it to survive total annihilation and win not only the day, but our hearts as well. Finally, we will pair the film with an appropriately themed snack food item in order to prove that our waistlines will not vanish without a fight. Today we celebrate Roland Emmerich’s Independence Day!

Every day, come rain or shine or internet tubes breaking, Film School Rejects showcases a trailer from the past. If you woke up this morning hoping to see Clint Howard as the least sexy drag race handkerchief dropper of all time you’re in luck. Fortunately, you’ll also get to see Charlie Sheen looking stoic and riding a motorcycle. And what’s this? Today’s trailer also has Randy Quaid hamming it up as a sheriff, explosions aplenty, and Sherilyn Fenn looking doe-eyed and adorable? What decade is this? Oh, right. The 80s. Even today, though, you shouldn’t mess with a ghost driving a mysterious black car and killing gang members. Think you know what it is? Check the trailer out for yourself:

Clark W. Griswold (Chevy Chase) just wants to have a good ole’ fashioned family Christmas at his place, but Karma (or some other unstoppable, twisted force) is working against him.

And in the spirit of all things Christmas, this being Christmas Eve and all, I’ve decided that a clip from my personal favorite holiday comedy is more than appropriate.

Today on the Defamer the news is that Randy Quaid has been cast by a small nameless New York production company to play the late and very great newsman Tim Russert.