What’s up guys? Welcome back to episode 4 of Friday Night Rentals. The neon “OPEN” sign is buzzing, the aisles are quiet, and the staff-picks shelf is stacked with the kind of tapes your mom, or in my case grandmom, told you not to rent. Which, of course, made them perfect. This is part 1 of a 2 part crossover event focusing on Cult Classics from the ‘80s. Expect some midnight movie vibes, whispers of neon-noir, and some VHS-era deep cuts that feel like they were designed for being watched under a blanket fort.
So, if you love late-night cable energy, video store nostalgia, and that sweet CRT glow, you’re in the right aisle. No spoilers, no big reveals—just a hand-curated lineup of weird, wild, and wonderfully offbeat rentals that escalate from neon city dreams to back-alley mayhem, surreal detours, and one last mythic hurrah. So let’s cue up some cult cinema the old-school way. This is Movies Never Say Die, and the night starts now.
Big Trouble in Little China (1986)
In Big Trouble in Little China, Kurt Russell swagger-walks into San Francisco’s Chinatown as trucker Jack Burton, and one wrong turn drops him into a neon myth-brawl with ancient sorcerer Lo Pan. Kim Cattrall drops in and keeps the quips sharp. Dennis Dun brings the heart. And James Hong owns the night. This is kung-fu fantasy that plays better with rental static lines.
John Carpenter makes “weird” feel like the house special, and Big Trouble is the staff-pick that never had time to rest on the shelf. Kurt Russell’s Jack Burton is all bravado and zero plan, crash-landing into Chinatown sorcery where every alley hides a boss fight. James Hong practically defines cult villainy as Lo Pan. Dennis Dun’s Wang is the not-so-undercover hero, and Kim Cattrall blends seamlessly to assist in keeping the screwball banter humming.
The joy here is the outlandish tone. Action that refuses to be macho. Fantasy that refuses to be self-serious. And comedy that never winks too hard. My rental-era memory is the lighthearted box art that promised a movie my grandma wouldn’t understand. Now the box office was soft for this movie. Fresh from the pool limp actually. But cable and VHS built its congregation. Quoting Burton CB radio philosophy, posters on kids walls, and Pork-Chop-Express decals spreading like secret handshakes. It’s pure after-hours energy. Steam machines working overtime, neon alleyway lightning, and monsters that look better when you’re kicked back with your favorite…snacks.
Carpenter’s pace is brisk, the set-pieces are practical-effects playgrounds, and the mythology is delivered with a “don’t overthink it” shrug that somehow makes it feel bigger and better. You don’t watch Big Trouble to analyze. You watch to hang out. It’s a movie that invites you in like a diner at 2 a.m., where the coffee’s burnt, the seats are cracked, and a seven-foot sorcerer glides past like its normal. Now, for this next rental we’re jumping from alleyway sorcery, to glow car trunk conspiracies.
Repo Man (1984)
In Repo Man Emilio Estevez trades mallrat boredom for the repo life under grizzled mentor Harry Dean Stanton. And ends up chasing a Chevy Malibu whose trunk glows like a UFO nightlight. Punk, paranoia, and parking tickets collide in this sci-fi cult spiral that feels like a mixtape you dubbed over your parents’ Bob Hope Special. Strange? Yes. But totally rewatchable.
Repo Man is the punk periodical of sci-fi. Stapled together with attitude, annotated in the margins, and somehow immortal. Emilio Estevez’s Otto falls into the repo life under Harry Dean Stanton’s beautifully burnt-out guru, and suddenly L.A. becomes a scavenger hunt for cosmic junk, government vans, televangelists, and that glowing trunk MacGuffin. The jokes land brilliantly deadpan. The philosophy here “ordinary people are the rejects” slides in like graffiti. And the soundtrack, Black Flag, Suicidal Tendencies, Circle Jerks, The Plugz, and more. Turns the whole thing into a rolling cinematic mosh pit.
As a rental, this was the staff-pick evangelist’s dream. You sent a friend home with it, they came back quoting the Repo Code and asking why all the food cans are labeled “Food.” Theatrically small, video-store huge. Exactly the path that earns a cult flick its stripes. It has a perfect midnight movie vibe. It’s jittery, conspiratorial, and designed for the hour when the city feels like it’s keeping secrets from you.
And overall the movie thrives on being scrappy, inventive, and allergic to exposition. This was a movie that felt cool to watch as a kid. I grinned the entire time because the movie’s tone felt edgy and like an initiation into a group of those beyond the normies who had never been repo enlightened. It would leave a pop-culture ripple. From “plate of shrimp” coincidences to those generic-brand prop labels that became a meme before memes, it’s one of those movies that teaches you a new way to look at the world. Now, if that glowing trunk didn’t spook you, you’re gonna want to keep your eyes on the skies during this next rental classic.
Night of the Comet (1984)
In Night of the Comet a sky-show turns L.A. into a dust-and-zombie playground, sisters Catherine Mary Stewart and Kelli Maroney go from arcade aces to apocalypse queens, shopping sprees, Uzis, and all. While Robert Beltran rolls up with the chill “wannabe hero” energy. It’s Valley Girl vibes meets Saturday-morning sci-fi, and the mall is definitely open.
If you could bottle pure Saturday-matinee joy and spike it with mall culture, you’d get Night of the Comet. Catherine Mary Stewart and Kelli Maroney are sisters who wake up post-cosmic light show to find L.A. emptied, dusted, and stalked by half-zombies. So naturally it’s time for shopping sprees, arcade nostalgia, and Uzi lessons. The tone is bright without being goofy, apocalyptic without being grim, and genuinely affectionate toward its teen heroines.
On VHS and late-night cable, this played like a secret handshake for latchkey kids. The day-glo cover art, the “we own the mall now” fantasy, the radio-DJ loneliness. It all equals instant cult classic. It’s well-paced, charmingly budget-savvy, and clever about flipping final-girl tropes into a sibling hangout. This was that movie that always seemed to be playing on late night cable during the weekend between episodes of territory wrestling. As for its pop culture stamp? It helped cement the “Valley apocalypse” vibe and gave ’80s genre fans two legit cult icons with Night of the Creeps being the other.
The midnight movie credentials are strong. It’s breezy, synth-kissed, and best enjoyed when the world outside your window feels a little empty too. And as for its video store imprint, let’s just say this was a fixture on the staff-recommend wall. The kind you’d check out “for a friend,” then keep a day late because you needed another lap around the comet. It’s a comfort movie about the end of the world, which is the most Gen-X sentence imaginable. Now for this next one the vibes are getting darker and we’re trading the mall for the sewers.
C.H.U.D. (1984)
Something’s chewing through New York’s underbelly in C.H.U.D., and the pre-Home Alone duo of John Heard and Daniel Stern team up with a hard-nosed cop to find out why the streets smell…extra toxic. Between cover-ups, canisters, and cannibalistic sewer dwellers, this is the kind of grimy cult comfort food that pairs perfectly with microwave pizza and a Jolt cola.
Grimy, soot covered, and proudly sewer-scented, C.H.U.D. is peak “city-at-midnight” mood board energy. The premise. Pollution, bureaucracy, and homelessness mutate into Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers. Lands like a dare and then proceeds to deliver a sincere creature feature with surprising social bite. John Heard and Daniel Stern make a great “we didn’t sign up for this” duo. And the movie gets a surprising amount of texture from street-level New York, steam grates, puddles, fluorescent diners at 3 a.m.
As a rental, it was unavoidable. The manhole cover poster lived rent-free on every horror rack, and kids dared each other to say the acronym out loud. My friends and I watched this one a ton. It’s certainly more atmosphere than anatomy lesson. Better at dread than at clean plotting, but the payoff shots—those glowing eyes in the dark—sell the ticket. You can practically feel the sticky floors and hear the radiator clanking while you watch.
Its pop culture impact is legit. “C.H.U.D.” became shorthand for any subterranean menace, and it’s been referenced everywhere from sitcoms to midnight podcasts. Its midnight cinema fit is obvious—this is a “turn off the big light” movie, where the shadows are the point. And it earned a stamp in video rental history with near instant cult status. It wasn’t the tape you bragged about, but the reliable flick you grabbed when the new releases were gone. It’s pure comfort-filth horror, and yes, that’s a compliment. Now let’s come up for some air and fluorescent lighting in this next rental era classic where we clock in for the graveyard shift.
Intruder (1989)
An overnight shift at a small-town supermarket turns into a price-cutting slasher in Intruder, with Elizabeth Cox and Dan Hicks stocking fear in Aisle 9. Add in Raimi-verse cameos and creative kills, and you’ve got a late-night bloodbath that proves fluorescent lighting makes everything scarier. Bag it, tag it, don’t watch it alone.
There’s something perversely delightful about a slasher set under supermarket fluorescents, and Intruder leans into that with giddy, and gory delight. During the overnight shift, aisles become stalking grounds, box cutters become weapons, and every endcap threatens a high splatter money shot. Elizabeth Cox anchors it, Dan Hicks chews just the right amount of scenery, and the Raimi-verse DNA, cameos, and playful camera moves, keeps the craft lively.
This was the first film for KNB EFX and their practical work turned the kills into sticky showstoppers you remembered even when you wished you didn’t. And we loved this movie, it felt like a secret slasher flick that went under-mentioned because it lacked Kruger or Meyers gravitas. It’s tight, inventive, and uses the singular location concept like a playground and after watching this one it will be hard not to think of it when you go to the supermarket. And Intruder’s pop-culture footprint may be niche but it is potent. If you know, you know, and horror folks definitely know.
This one is premium “midnight movie” vibes. It’s a “snacks on the coffee table, lights off, cold drink in hand” kind of watch. As a rental, it thrived in the horror corner. Word-of-mouth, cover art that promised trouble, and that glorious unrated-cut mystique that made you feel like you found the forbidden version. And it really is proof that setting plus style can elevate a simple premise. Because by the time the price scanner beeps over the end credits, you’ve gotten the exact after-hours jolt you came for. Paper or plastic? Splatter either way. Now, for this next late night classic we’re jumping from one suburban hot to another as we leave the grocery store and hit the drive-in.
And that’s a wrap on Friday Night Rentals: 80s Cult Classics! Drop your favorite ’80s cult movie or midnight-movie memory in the comments—what did you rent, what did you tape off cable, and which VHS cover dared you to take it home? If you dug the vibes, hit like, subscribe, and ring that bell so you don’t miss the next late-night lineup. I’m keeping the staff-picks shelf warm with more VHS-era oddities, neon-noir daydreams, and cult-cinema treasures. So, until next time, keep the video store memories alive, keep the stories rolling, and remember—Movies Never Say Die.
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