No. Not the Chuck Norris movie. Cold War, stock footage, Brandy, I hadn’t seen it before. My stepfather and I soaked it in one Saturday afternoon. I had to be 15 and Darrell enjoyed his cold hot dogs and Kraft cheese slices as we cut into it. Mystery Science Theater was a bond between him and I. He lived in the past. And anything in black and white appealed to him. Airplanes, explosions, he was all-in. I’ll never forget his belly laugh when as paratroppers dropped Tom said, “One of these parachutes was washed in Tide. The others weren’t.” He lost it and asked me to rewind it just to hear it again. And again. That one stayed in there. He LOVED it. Mike Builds A Robot, Crow’s Mother, A Date With Your Family, Dinner, The Two Lois Lanes, Jenga, Traumatized. “Starring these people and Chuck Norris”, “And the entire Gotham City Council”, “And the lead singer of The Cure is a screenwriter too. I had no idea.” “Hypno-dating” or “Vince and I are gonna make our own tank parts”?
