Angela Watercutter recently dropped a pop bobmshell in Underwire's lap the other day, when she threw out a heads-up on MSN TV's new feature "Dear Corey," which gives those who still care a chance to ask Coreys Haim and Feldman probing questions about their high-rolling past and uncertain future. In the spirit of that lunacy, I dug up this video on YouTube, suggested by a hilarious friend of mine who has a nose for hilarious things.
Words simply cannot express the humanity and horror of this riotous autobio Corey Haim filmed sometime back in the '80s or '90s. I'd have the exact date for you if I gave a flying fuck, which I don't, so those looking for further research into this bizarro confessional ready-made for the YouTube era, even though it predates it by a decade at least, are on their own. Unlike Corey it seems, who after the precocious madness of the highly homoerotic Lost Boys went on to flame out in a haze of drugs, fame and seriously unstable jaws and lips. The vid has more on that, as well as sick footage of Corey getting all Bernie Worrell -- or is that Harold Faltermeyer? -- on a stack of Rolands. All the while, Haim philosophizes on love, dolphins and how he plans on taking over popular culture with his own brand of Japanese funk, bare-all memoirs and the moves he will make as soon as he can get straight. This video is both a perfect example of why you should never let your friends film you when you are totally high and why it is so incredibly awesome, years down the line, when other suckers forget that advice altogether.
Thank the Big Bang for user-uploaded video. It will save the world someday. From itself.
