Is there a girl in the room who didn’t want to be Anna Chlumsky in the early nineties present? If so, I’m calling you out right now: you’re either a liar, or you have no idea who she is. And if you have no idea who she is, that’s no excuse, either. We live in a modern society of instant f-cking gratification. Get your ass to Blockbuster or Red Box or Netflix or something and FIND My Girl. You’ll get to relive your pre-adolescence all over again, and what’s better than that, huh?
I’ll tell you what’s better: seeing Anna Chlumsky after all of these years, totally looking how Vada Sultenfuss would look if she were a real person. It’s just too bad, now, that Macaulay Culkin is such a drug-addled, porn-star-crack-sniffing freakshow – a pair-up would be pure bliss otherwise.
Oh God, PLEASE don’t make me want to watch My Girl. My soul just cannot take it. Those BEES.
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“Where’s his glasses! He can’t see without his glasses! Put his glasses on!”
Oh man, worst part of the movie.
I still say that on a semi-regular basis.