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The Boy in the Plastic Bubble

Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on March 5, 2007 – 3:14 AMNo Comment

If you’ve never seen this gem of ’70s TV-moviemaking, you should really rectify that ASAP. It is by turns hilarious, creepy, annoying, actively uncomfortable to watch, and maddening — look, just because you’re stuck in a bubble doesn’t mean you have to take a bunch of shit off Glynnis O’Connor, dude! Show some backbone! And oh my God, the last five minutes are so brilliant. “Ride for me, Gina!” Haw. Trust me, it’s a great rent. Get a bunch of friends together and fashion a drinking game around instances of sexual chemistry between Travolta and his onscreen mom, with whom he was having a love affair. (11/1/05)

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