Imagine a young Michelle Pfieffer explaining to you why you should watch this movie, as a prime example of a new genre of movies where the protagonist ventures out into the night, compelled to complete some nebulous venture.... It would forever cloud your experience of watching it, right?


Well, as a male squirrel myself, there was such a young woman (...and, I really wanted her nuts). Soon afterwards, after staying up for three days, I rented it - cuz that's how we watched movies back then.

And, it was a glorious classic, right up there with, "To Live and Die in LA."

[Next on the list, Sue told me, was, "After Hours," (1985) by Scorsese...and, even though it lacked the punch to the throat I imagined I experienced with, "Into the Night," it did bring up a modicum of pure anxiety.] YMMV....