The year: 1985.
The place: Canada
The event: The Peanut Butter Solution.
The outcome: Thousands of children were exposed to this lost treasure, and then went on to live their lives. Lives haunted by flashes of images, fear of alopecia, and a feeling that maybe their art teachers were great, great, great, great grandsons of Renoir.
The Peanut Butter Solution is a cinematic gem that is weirder than The Pirate Movie, The Electric Grandmother, and Tip Toes combined.
In four separate instances I have mentioned this movie and watched as friends’ eyes go wide; then they mutter, “I thought I dreamed that….” Slowly, more memories resurface. “And there was a pervy little Asian boy, right?” “Were there dogs chasing him down the street, nipping at his hair? Because I remember dogs.” Oh yes my friends, there were dogs. And pink karate uniforms. And so much more.
BONUS: The theme song, “Listen to the Magic Man,” is sung by a young and impassioned Celine Dion. Lyric Excerpt: “Listen to the mah-gic man, and bing BANG and ding DANG and oops! Your mind goes CLANG!”
Love, Vanessa
PS: What are the weirdest/fondest/most disturbing movies from YOUR past?
