Night of the Comet (1984).
Night of the Comet (1984)
Hey, I'm sorry if the end of the world makes me a little nervous!
Nothing good can come of a comet vaporizing
everyone on Earth except two Valley girls, a trucker,
and scientists holed up in some underground think tank
in the desert. In the empty city, nothing but dust inside
piles of bomber jackets, legwarmers, dresses with wide,
patent-leather belts. As if everyone laid out their clothes
for the next day, then disappeared. But even when a girl
picks up a Reebok and pours out the powdered remains
of a foot, she doesn't cry. She's already begun to forget
their faces, to ignore all the things that don't make sense--
mirrored skyscrapers still reflecting off Wilshire, traffic
lights that still work, the Top 40 station still broadcasting
New Wave, heavy on the keyboards. The girls just want
to have fun. They feather their hair and loot the mall
for designer jeans and sunglasses. The end isn't so bad
after all. Now they can have the whole world for free.