Let’s get this out of the way up front—Wild Stallions, despite the neon and lightning laden logo—has absolutely nothing to do with Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey. If you’re anything like me, you feel slightly misled.
Conspicuously missing.
Luckily, this is one of few missteps taken by Geoff McDonald and co.
Let’s also get this out of the way: I knew I was going to love this movie before it turned up in my mailbox. One of the first things I heard about “WS” was that there would be a segment filmed at my very own home hill- Blue Mountain, PA. After that segment I’m left with the realization that there’s really no such thing as a shitty park, or a shitty mountain, only shitty skiers (read: me). Moving along…
In the past, I’ve neglected to buy the annual Meatheads’ flick until I’ve watched pretty much every other movie I could get my hands on. This is likely a function of the other studios’ relatively sizable marketing budget, and doesn’t speak at all to my expectations. Invariably, when I get around to watching them, I’m relieved. You see, as fantastic as Wild Stallions is, it’s also notable for what it isn’t. You will not find any of the following in Wild Stallions: overly saturated colors, mute grabbed dub cork 12s, embarrassingly irony-free mental masturbation , Alaskan first descents, JOSS footage, or awkward interactions between the cast and random Japanese ski resort employees.
If you’re bummed by the aforementioned, there are a number of films that are currently shipping that you’ll find at least “Pretty Good” or “Refreshing”. See what I did there?
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