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In The Heat of the Night

“You wanna see a great movie?” my dad asked.
Sure, I said.
“Rent, ‘In The Heat of the Night.’ It’s classic.
So last night the wife and I watched ‘In The Heat of the Night,’ circa 1967.
Not a terrible flick, but one that speaks to an unquestionable truth: Most “classic” movies stink. Really, they do. Poor acting, poor directing, horrible music, etc. If it’s pre-1975, odds are you’re in for a long night that will unfold as so:

8 pm: You and the wife pop “In The Heat of the Night” into the DVD player.
8:10 pm: So far, so good. Sidney Poitier, Rod Steiger … excellent cast, cool premise (black detective goes to Mississippi to help solve a crime during the 1960s)
8:20 pm: This is getting stupid.
8:40 pm: This is really stupid.
9 pm: Do we still have ‘Pineapple Express’?

I know, Dad—they don’t make ’em like they used to. With class and honor and integrity and … whatever. The movie stunk. Sorry.