The Skydivers (1963) (part 3 of 7)

During this, a leather jacketed thug rides a motorcycle up a dirt road… somewhere. He tries to slow down and stop for the camera, but ends up nearly dumping the bike instead. “Sorry, you want me to do it again, Coleman?” “No. It’s fine!” Oddly, he kills the headlight even though he’s not even close to his destination yet.

Over in the shipping box, Beth decides this is the time to play Discuss The Marriage with Harry. What makes this so strange is there is absolutely no lead up to it. One second they’re talking about Joe, and the next thing it’s “what happened to us?” If this movie were a car accident, we could all sue for whiplash.

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Amanda Wells

If I was a bad movie, I'd find it much easier to write about myself than I do at present. My main interests outside of really bad movies is playing music. I've played guitar for 15 years, performed before far more people than I'm really comfortable with and am currently having fun listening to my 5 year old son bang away on his new starter drum set. Yes, drummers are so hard to find, I had to resort to making my own. When not playing music, I also like to work in my yard and many gardens, try new recipes (never would have thought that would happen), research my genealogy (I get to be related to the beheaded king and queen of France!) and read history books primarily about natural disasters and personal tales. And when I'm not doing any of that, then I'm spending time with my great family. The first movie I remember going to the theater to see was The Black Stallion which we were late to the beginning of and as we were waiting for it to begin again and rewatch it (is that even legal?) we got dragged away by my dad and sister who insisted we come watch Airplane! with them in the other theater. Oh, and I cried so hard at the end of Oh, Heavenly Dog! that my sister had to call my mom to come pick me up. As a kid, I never had a Big Wheel. I still want one.

Multi-Part Article: The Skydivers (1963)

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