Scarily more relevant than ever, a 2017 remake of this would probably involve someone seeing a vague tweet or some anonymous message board post. Not everything completely works for me here, but the leaps between tones -- sometimes two or three times within a single scene -- and commitment to being both deliriously fun and unrelentingly grim make this work in a way that it probably shouldn't.

I want a spandex-clad Brian Thompson to save me from the potential nuclear holocaust.