A spin-off of a SNL skit about two dumbass metalheads who host a public-access show in their basement, which, in the film adaptation, catches the attention of a slimy TV executive who gives them a fatty TV deal. Hilarity and conflict ensue. This was one of those films that shouldn’t have been so commercially successful (it grossed $121 million, the highest of 1992), or become so deeply rooted in pop culture that some of us can still recite lines from it, while not actually realizing we’re doing so (“That’s what she said”—yeah, I know it’s a one-liner way older than Wayne’s World, but they brought it back into the public consciousness), or make Mike Meyers into a romantic male lead, albeit briefly (remember So I Married an Axe Murderer?). Also, Wayne’s World will forever get credit for introducing me to “Foxy Lady” (I was 12 and not well-versed in Jimi Hendrix), “Dream Weaver” (yacht rock at its best), and “Bohemian Rhapsody” (the group sing-along scene in the car is one of my favorite things ever—I still crack up about Dixie cup barf dude). In sum, it’s a ’90s-era comedy classic that isn’t award-worthy, but is pretty righteous. by Leilani Polk