I just see the dopeness.

It feels bittersweet that the '90s are now an officially exploited period in time. Much like the Rockin' '60s or the New Wave '80s, etc., '90s popularity will no doubt continue to grow and be increasingly reflected in grunge Halloween costumes and cheesy, 30-something theme parties.

The setting for my so-called (life) "glory days" is quickly becoming a buzz word, a trendy, "making a come back" topic of conversation. Now I know how my parents felt when in the actual '90s we thought everything '70s was so cooool. I was subject to the occasional eye-roll from my mother but got to miniskirt her old dresses to go with knee socks and Docs and rifle through her memory boxes full of incriminating information about her high school days. Don't worry, Mom. That's as far as I'll go with that.

Anyway, I'm totally digressing and getting very far away from the whole point of this post. I saw The Wackness last night and did it ever make me feel nostalgic for those days. Aside from the references to Kurt Cobain, Zima, and Beverly Hills 90210, the movie didn't really encompass the touchstone of my '90s, which, thanks to my Uncle Bill, was more like '80s LA punk revival meets Twin Peaks, The Breeders, L7, Belly, Juliana Hatfield, Velocity Girl/sometimes K-ROQ lame there in the latter of the decade. (Let's not talk about what I was into in the early '90s. You might stop reading this.) But thanks, Bill for giving me my first Avengers record. You changed everything.

Ironically, one of the '90s TGIF icon Olsen twins (Sorry, I consider it a total waste of time to pay attention to which is which) was in the film. "Heyyy Doooood." Ah, here it all comes full circle. And I don't remember hearing people say "mad" this, "mad" that as much as I did in the movie but I wasn't hanging too often with the hip hoppers who wore baggy t-shirts screened with exaggerated tagged-up caricatures of Alice and Wonderland hookah imagery. We just bought weed from them. (Just kidding, Mom.) Ahem.

Anyyyyyway, again. You should see this movie, if nothing else, to get a good laugh out of the collective memories of the '90s, including Reebok Pumps, the embarrassment to LA law enforcement that was the O.J. Simpson trial, and relive the beginning of the reign of Notorious B.I.G./Tribe Called Quest/Digable Planets days. The main character, chubby-cheeked unassuming weed dealer, Zack, is precious and hateable all at once and does anyone really need an excuse to see Ben Kingsley in something? The story is great and hilarious and tragic- typical role for him.

Just go see this movie. Word.