I'm Wesley Morris, and this is Cannonball.

Today, we're talking about some old-ass movies from 1990.

I am a critic at the New York Times,

but I used to be a 14-year-old boy who loved the summer because I got to go to the movies on like a Tuesday.

And if it seems like I've been talking a lot about summer movies, here's the story of why.

It is hard to overstate what an event summer movies were back in like 1990.

For America, but also for me.

My favorite movie news source was Premiere Magazine. By the way,

here we go. This, this in my hand right here is, is a Premier Magazine from 1990. This is the

summer movie preview of Premier Magazine from 1990. And sometime in May or April, that preview would just arrive at my house.

And I would spend the whole day reading it, just thoroughly mapping out a plan how I was going to get

money to go see these movies. But most of the time, you know how I got the money. I hit those

streets. Psych, I got the money. I hit those streets.

Sike, I'm just kidding.

Okay.

My mother gave me the money.

She understood that I had inherited her love of movies

and tried to find $20 every couple of weeks to facilitate it.

At the time, I didn't really think about this.

I didn't give a lot of thought to the sacrifice my mother was certainly making

to make sure I got to see at least one movie a week.

But I rarely saw just one movie a week.

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