I couldn't sleep and so I decided to write down my thoughts about a certain favorite movie of mine.
The Goonies isn't the greatest search-for-treasure adventure movie ever made (that's Raiders of the Lost Ark), nor is it the greatest group-of-friends-has their-final-adventure-together movie (that's Stand by Me), but it might be the greatest we're-misfits-and-we-belong-together movie. It all comes down to Sloth. Him and I share a lot in common; we're both big, ugly and maybe a little slow. But he's also loving, and in need of love, and someone who has seen far too much abuse at the hands of others. So when Sloth bellows his proud greeting and jumps into the fray with his new found friends, it's not just an awesome movie moment, it's a celebration of acceptance for someone who has never before been accepted. Because when you're an outcast crew like the Goonies, you just can't pull the same dirty tricks of shunning and snubbing that other cliques have pulled on you - it would be like stabbing yourself in the heart.
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