Drink. Corn Flakes. Dark Rum.

Repo Man is my favorite movie in another universe. (In ours: ET.) It’s hilarious and the third act is a mess and the Circle Jerks throw shit at the fan. “I can’t believe I used to like these guys.” The subhuman soundtrack provides a third version of “TV Party,” some rare eighties Iggy Pop excellence and a goddamn in-character Lite riffing on silk neckties and pop groups. “I was into these dudes before anyone.” And now I’m a bad man who shoots blanks into skid row housing.

“Not my face! My face!” Repo Man’s always intense.