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I first saw The Lost Boys at an advance screening just prior to its original run in theatres. Gilbert, the vampire expert, had dragged me out. I hadn't heard a peep about the movie beforehand, so I was shocked that the theatre, the largest in the cineplex, was packed with squealing teenagers. But this was one time I welcomed their enthusiasm because the film was a rollercoaster ride, so we all laughed, screamed and squealed spontaneously with every climb and rushing dive. (I didn't really squeal that much, but young Jason Patric, mullet and all? Hot.)

It was one of the best times I ever had at the movies, and this is the first thing I thought of when I'd heard that Corey Haim had died, how great a time I had at that movie, and how much I actually liked it. I re-watched it that night, unsure if it would hold up. Not only did I find it as entertaining as I remembered, I also realized that it was groundbreaking in many ways. (And I still found Jason Patric hot. Mullet and all.)

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