For this week's Ranked!, we compiled the twenty greatest movies from 1981. Tell us what you think when you get down to #1. And let us know if you would've ordered them differently.
Here are numbers 6-10:
10. ArthurA happy go-lucky drunk Dudley Moore is a thing of giggles and delight. This was a screwball comedy that I watched often as a kid. I may not have totally understood it, but I knew that Dudley Moore would be really fun to go to Central Park with. --Archphoenix
9. Heavy MetalThis science fiction-fantasy animated film is a cult classic, which probably grew in demand thanks to the fact that it was largely unavailable on home video release for 15 years. Heavy Metal combines a loaded rock musical score, sci-fantasy goodness, and extreme violence and sex. Yeah, the movie is pretty juvenile, but so cool. The film is made up nine separate stories (a few of them were inspired by fantasy art) all connected by some weird green sphere called the Loc-Nar. This green orb actually talks and shows us how it has influenced all kinds of otherworldy events through mutating creatures, killing others, and raising the dead to become zombies. It's an edgy movie, and not for everybody, but one that has its roots in fantasy comic books and took a successful leap into cinema
8. The Cannonball RunThe Cannonball Run seemed little more than an excuse to amass some of the brightest stars of the late '70s and early '80s. But what a cast is was: Burt Reynolds, Roger Moore, Farrah Fawcett, Dom DeLuise, Adrienne Barbeau, Terry Bradshaw, and Jamie Farr! Also along for the ride were Jackie Chan and Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
The film was about a cross-country road race. And that's it. Sure, there was a bit of character development and secondary plotlines (Captain Chaos! DA-DA-DAH!) here and there, but for the most part, it was all about the cast: watching them laugh at each other and themselves. They could've released a 90-minute blooper roll and I would've watched the whole thing.--Chris
7. An American Werewolf In LondonThere was always something about An American Werewolf In London that was just inherently cool. Directed by John Landis (director of The Blues Brothers, Trading Places, and Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video) it was the movie that made werewolves rad. It was funny, creepy, and a little camp, definitely the best of the three lycanthrope-themed movies to come out that year (Wolfen and The Howling were the other two, both lame by comparison). Griffin Dunne and David Naughton played Jack and David, two young American dudes backpacking through Europe. Non-spoiler alert: one night out on the English moors, they're attacked by a big-ass wolfman that kills one, and infects the other. David (Naughton), the wolfenized survivor of the two, starts having crazy-ass dreams of his dead buddy as he recovers from the attack. In his vision, his pal tells him that unless he kills himself before the next full moon, he's in for a major personality change... and unwanted hair growth.
The money scene was the one that showed Naughton's wolf transformation. At the time, the effect looked startlingly real, even a little terrifying: the slow elongation of his hands, feet and snout, the sound of his bones stretching and cracking, his tortured screams. It all seemed startlingly real, painful, and terrifying. Still does.
And the movie's abrupt ending? Distinctly not a happy one. Which somehow made the movie that much cooler.--Didactic Pirate