StinkyLulu, StinkyLulu | “The Final Girl blog has instigated something called the ‘Hey, Internet! Stop Being Such Cynical Effing Douchebags!’ Blog-a-Thon, in which she challenges internet movie writers to “write about something in the world of film that fills you with complete and total unbridled fucking retarded joy.’ It took me a moment to settle on something, but thanks to a fleeting encounter with Grease 2 on television this weekend, I was reminded of an obscure genre of cinematic pleasure which just stirs my very soul: unexpected musical numbers in films of the later ’70s and early ’80s in which men get nearly naked: the ‘Airotica’ number from All That Jazz; the hicks doing high kicks while wearing jockstraps in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas; the ‘Black Boys/White Boys’ number from Hair; Michael Ontkean’s striptease from Slap Shot... there’s something about the at once overt and oblique sexuality of these numbers that really does fill me with ‘unbridled fucking retarded joy.’”

Fox, Tractor Facts | “When I think of a filmmaker that fills me with ‘total unbridled fucking retarded joy,’ Brian De Palma immediately comes to mind. I love every single second of Phantom of the Paradise, especially the audition scene where Jessica Harper sings ‘Special to Me’ and comes out of that adorable brown-eyed precociousness and rocks the cord of a hot mic like it’s a whip or leopard’s tale. Following Greetings and Hi, Mom!, Phantom was the last time De Palma was able to let his playful freak flag fly. If it feels good, shoot it! No restrictions—it was just total unbridled fucking retarded joy!”

Stacie Ponder, Final Girl | “There’s a place in my heart that can only be filled by the mid-’90s goodness that is... The Craft. Surprisingly enough, it seems that most people have a fondness for The Craft, and finding a ‘Fairuza Balk is fucking crazy isn’t she and whatever happened to Robin Tunney and remember when Christine Taylor’s hair fell out eww’ soulmate always fills me with glee. I saw it one fine night when I was hanging out with my pal Ara Jane. We went to this weird mall that had one good store: Media Play (RIP). However, the mall also had a roller rink, an arcade, and a movie theatre. Ara Jane and I played games, used the photo booth a lot, ate crappy food, and saw The Craft. Yay! Sweet night! After the movie we walked out to the parking lot and, after some puzzling silence, I said, “Hmm. Didn’t I park there?” as I pointed to an empty spot. Yeah... someone stole my fucking car out of the mall parking lot. It’s a testament to The Craft’s awesomeness that even after such a shitty end to the night, I still love it.”