I haven’t watched the movie “Coneheads” in years. It’s been a pretty challenging day for my husband and he was looking for something light and humorous to watch on television tonight.
The writers of this movie were so creative! I had forgotten now cleverly they wrote the lines of the “parental units.” Breakfasts described as animal embryos (eggs) and seasoned browned flattened animal flesh (sausage) have nothing over charred animal flesh on the barbecue for dinner! And the struggle between the parental units and their daughter is familiar as they transverse the teenage years and her “changing cone” and experimentation with deckles (decals) and application of facial enhancements (make-up).
So much fun!