In the fall of 1997, I became obsessed with STARSHIP TROOPERS, my favorite movie until the release of JAMES CAMERON’S TITANIC. As we watched the trailer, my YOUNGER BROTHER and I nearly drooled a small lake on the living-room carpet. Never had we seen anything so awesome. My FATHER was against his children watching R-rated movies, so on the night he dropped us off at the theater to watch a movie called BEAN, Darren and I snuck into STARSHIP TROOPERS, and we had a freaking blast. In the movie, JOHNNY RICO leads a star-hoping army into battle against alien bugs that are more like sentient ginsu knives, violent critters that spend so much time cutting off human heads and limbs, as well as ripping the soldiers in half. I did say I don’t mind some violence, but the level of violence in PAUL VERHOEVEN’S movies has been too extreme. An alien stabbing a man to death is one thing, especially if the camera cuts away, but an alien removing a man’s head is another. I have watched STARSHIP TROOPERS many times, but the science-fiction film was not watched for the decapitations and the nonstop fountains of blood-gushing, not when I was looking away at the goriest scenes. I watched the movie because it made me happy and hopeful. For the longest time I have been depressed and living in the past, the eighties and nineties mostly. My life continues to dim like a star pulled too close to a black hole. Like a time machine, the movie takes me back to one of my most loved memories of the 1990’s. In the darkened theater with DARREN was a visual-and-audio roller coaster that rocked and bopped us to the radiant, colored stars. Back then, I was blown away by what I saw. Today, the special effects are still impressive, but nostalgia was why STARSHIP TROOPERS occupied my Xbox One like an old friend. But I do agree that the movie should’ve never been made.