Field of Dreams (but just the part where Costner’s character asks his Father: “Hey - Da- I mean, John? You want to have a catch?” Then I to switch it off real quick and go have some alone time).
Evil Dead II: Dead by Dawn. Gawd, I love Bruce Campbell in that. The dancing skeleton, too. And the scene where the hand that he cut off is attacking him, and he covers it with a bucket, then has to cover the bucket with a pile of books. And the top book is “A farewell to arms.” It just doesn’t get any better than that.
One of my favorite really awful movies is Redneck Zombies. It’s a Tromaville movie. Takes place on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, with some bozo smoking dope when he’s transporting “toxic chemical nuclear waste.” He loses a barrell, and a guy makes the barrell into a still. He distributes his moonshine to all his regulars, including a woman who’s giving her toddler a bath in the washing machine, and fills his bottle with moonshine. Many of the people have just gotten TV’s and have taken names from the Beverly Hillbillies, including a huge guy who keeps insisting on being called Ellie Mae. It’s a scream. Pretty gross if you can’t tell ham from human flesh, though.
They Might Be Giants – George C. Scott & Joanne Woodward Summer Wishes, Winter Dreams – Martin Balsam & Joanne Woodward The Sterile Cookoo – Liza Minnelli Mass Appeal – Jack Lemmon The April Fools – Jack Lemmon Charley – Cliff Robertson The Owl And The Pussycat – George Segal and Barbara Streisand Butterflies Are Free – Edward Albert and Goldie Hawn
There was also a counter-culture movie out that starred Elliott Gould and Candace Bergen. It coined the phrase, “There is no gravity; the earth sucks.” But I can’t recall the name right now.
All of these movies used to be on television as fillers for Sunday afternoons or at 2 a.m. I haven’t seen any of them for quite a while for some reason.