Okay, I'll explain that Lost Boys thing...

A few moments ago I referenced "The Lost Boys" and how it tries to fake its way through geekiness.  So Chris/"Blue Spider"/"Stupid New Long Nickname That Clutters Up Our Author Archives" is IM'ing me and asks, "What's Lost Boys?"

And I realize, that movie is twenty years old.  A lot of you may have never seen it, especially since it's an oh-so-very-80s movie about vampires.  In a way, it marks the turning point at which the notion of a vampire went from a blood-sucking old monster to becoming a hip punk with superpowers and exotic eyes (and we've seen that concept over and over again for the last two decades).

"Lost Boys" is a 1987 Joel Batmanruiner film starring Kiefer Sutherland, Jami Gertz and all 8 Coreys.  And I realize this is petty, but it bugged me a lot.  The movie tries to fake its way through a scene set in a comic book store.  Here it is, straight out of the script:

INT. The comic book store

Sam
Got a problem guys?

Edgar
Just scoping your civilian wardrobe.

Sam
Pretty cool, huh?

Alan Frog
For a fashion victim.

Edgar
Listen budy, if you're looking for the diet frozen-yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer.

Sam
Actually I 'm looking for Batman, no.14.

Edgar
That's a very serious book, man.

Alan Frog
Only five in existence.

Sam
Four, actually. I'm always lookin' out for the other three. You can't put the Superman, no. 77 with the 200s. They haven't even discovered red kryptonite yet. And you can't put the no. 98 with the 300s. Lori Lemaris hasn't even been introduced.

Edgar
Where the hell are you from? Krypton?

Okay, the problem is not anything wrong with Sam's numbers.  That's pretty good geek cred.

The problem is that the comic shop doesn't stand up to scrutiny.  Edgar and Alan Frog have this moment when they look at each other, very impressed with this new kid's comics trivia as he totally schools them in how bad their organization is because he knows more than them about Superman comics.  Yet...

...and this is what bugs me...

...Sam basically shows them that comics should be in numerical order. 

Plus...they've got Superman #77 just sitting on a magazine shelf?  It's not sealed with a backer board in a high-quality preserving sleeve?

Of course, the No Prize can be given for explaining away that in the 1980s there were a LOT of comic shops that consisted of geeks with no sales skills renting some retail space and dragging out their personal collection to go into business for themselves.  So maybe these Frog brothers can be forgiven for not having a well-organized store.  Yet it doesn't take sales skills to know that you don't want your Superman #77 getting all bent up.  That's the kind of thing any comic nerd worth his salt knows or he doesn't deserve to have a collection.