I stepped in it earlier this week.
On the anniversary of the release of "Goonies," the fans of the film spent much of the day celebrating online. And instead of just observing it and being glad that people have that sort of passion about film... ANY FILM... I did that thing that I always hate when other people do it to me: I rained on their parade.
I posted something on Twitter about how nostalgia turns "bad movies into classics." And that's all it took to rile up a whooooole lotta people for the rest of the night. And I think I knew what I was doing. I knew that phrasing was going to poke people, and I said it that way anyway. The truth is that "The Goonies" can easily be described as beloved. There is an age range of film nerd who grew up in that sort of Amblin' Stage II era, the same ones who bond over the way they used to think hoverboards were real "because Robert Zemeckis told me they were," who love "The Goonies" dearly. It is significant to them.
I look at the film, and I see a noisy mess that sort of falls apart from scene to scene with a young cast that was energetic but uneven. It's a fantastic score doing most of the heavy lifting for a film that I don't much like. And that's my critical opinion of it. It doesn't mean anything to me as an artifact. It had no significance for me when it came out. I was 15, and I certainly remember the hype for it. I remember giving up on it before I even made it out of that first screening. I just didn't buy into what it was selling.