Sylvester Stallone's arm-wrestler-trucker-single-father epic Over the Top was probably the butchest movie I liked as a kid. To this day, it's the only Stallone flick that I have a real working knowledge of (must check out Rhinestone one of these days!). I didn't see Over the Top in the theater, but I remember counting down the seconds until it came out on video. The reason? I was completely obsessed with Kenny Loggins' AC-synth schmaltz "Meet Me Halfway," which is featured heavily in the film (and, in turn, featured the film heavily in its heavily rotated video). That's right, a power ballad is what drew me to a movie that at least strives to be stacked with testosterone. As with most things in my life, where there's will, there is gaaaaaaaaay.
Inspired by the arm-wrestling doc Pulling John, I recently rewatched Over the Top for the first time in probably 15 years and could not believe how amazing it was. Finally, a movie that lives up to its name! It pops off the screen like a vein in Stallone's arm. It celebrates deadbeat dads and young boys who look like Demi Moore, alike. Fucking Giorgio Moroder did the score. It is so trashy that it thinks BRUT is not only something not to be embarrassed about, it's something to flaunt. It basically has everything I could ever ask for in a movie. People who throw around Troll 2 and Showgirls when they talk about "best worst movies" need to turn their caps around and get their act together because Over the Top is exactly where it's at. Come, let's pick it apart using the criteria for terrible movies that I laid out in my first terrible-hunting post. We're starting with incompetence, and this is really, really all that needs to be said about that (or about the movie, period):
They couldn't even get their character's name right! What's not to love?