Daddy Long Legs : Look, you can lob all sorts of criticisms at this 1955 Cinemascope musical from director Jean Negulesco (How to Marry a Millionaire): Fred Astaire is way too old for the lead, the storytelling is mighty flimsy, it’s overlong, and that’s partially because it’s another of those big-budget ‘50s musicals where they stop the movie for twenty minutes to include a “ballet.” But those complaints all crumble into dust when you’re talking about a picture as jazzy and high-spirited as this one, a kind of American in Paris answer record in which rich playboy Astaire secretly puts French cutie Leslie Caron through an American college, and falls for her without revealing who he is. It’s all mighty silly, but we’re not there for the plot – we’re there to watch them dance, which they do, stupendously. (Includes audio commentary, newsreels, and trailers.)
My Bodyguard : Tony Bill’s 1980 high school drama can feel, in style and content, like something of an “Afterschool Special” – it is, make no mistake, of its era. But it gets countless tiny things right: they way school kids circulate their own urban legends, the way a sneering bully can accidentally reveal the smallness inside him, the way the school outcast looks, and walks, and talks (or doesn’t). Most of all, it gets what it feels like to be bullied, the pettiness of it, less about the particulars than an overall, everyday hopelessness. Throw in a wonderful subplot about our hero’s home life at the hotel his dad runs (with delicious comic turns by Martin Mull and Ruth Gordon) and before-they-were-stars appearances by a rogue’s gallery of ‘80s faves (including Joan Cusack, Jennifer Beals, George Wendt, and Matt Dillon), and you’ve got a wise teen movie with a good heart. (Includes audio commentary, TV spots, and trailer.)
Road House : We’re throwing this one in, in addition to the usual five, because while it’s certainly not one of the best movies of the week, it’s certainly the best bad movie. Patrick Swayze stars as Dalton, the world’s best bouncer (a real thing! Honest!) who’s brought in to rescue a dive bar in Jasper, Missouri from the clutches of evil Ben Gazzara. It’s become a semi-beloved ‘80s artifact, and make no mistake, it is super-duper ‘80s – primarily in that very specific, “Everyone involved in the making of this movie was clearly doing a lotta cocaine” kinda way. The results are utterly nonsensical, broadly homoerotic, and unintentionally hilarious. And now it’s part of the new semi-reputable “Shout Select” series (“giving these movies the love and attention they deserve”), so you can enjoy this serious silliness in full HD. (Includes audio commentaries, new and vintage interviews, and trailer.)