Alien Private Eye
Vik Rubenfeld, 1989,
This thing is so overloaded with ridiculous ’80s signifiers, and its picture is so pristine, I initially thought it was a nostalgic throwback made sometime in the last 10 years (à la the dreadful Kung Fury). But the hair, the clothes, the cars, and the music are simply too perfect, and that pristine picture comes courtesy of Vinegar Syndrome, patron saints of pulling out all the stops on film restorations no one else would have deemed remotely worthy. And as usual, I’m glad they did! Alien Private Eye is only just barely aware of how stupid it is, which makes it a pretty fun ride.