Welcome to an exciting year-long project here at The Nerdy. 1986 was an exciting year for films giving us a lot of films that would go on to be beloved favorites and cult classics. It was also the start to a major shift in cultural and societal norms, and some of those still reverberate to this day.
We’re going to pick and choose which movies we hit, but right now the list stands at nearly four dozen.
Yes, we’re insane, but 1986 was that great of a year for film.
The articles will come out – in most cases – on the same day the films hit theaters in 1986 so that it is their true 40th anniversary. All films are also watched again for the purposes of these reviews and are not being done from memory. In some cases, it truly will be the first time we’ve seen them.
This time around, it’s Jan. 24, 1986, and we’re off to see My Chauffeur.
My Chauffeur
For a 1980s movie and given the title’s style, I was pleased with the rather low level of nudity.
Casey Meadows (Deborah Foreman) is a free-spirited woman who receives a letter one day asking her to become the first female chauffeur at Brentwood Limousine Service. The men are quetioning of why she’s there, but the clientele seems to love her, and she slowly makes inroads with the other drivers. One of those clients is Battle Witherspoon (Sam J. Jones), and as you may suspect, some romance is afoot.
There is a super weird twist at the end of the film that makes you go “Oh… okay… I guess we can just ignore that mom apparently slept with everyone.” (Really, it is so nonchalantly shared in the big reveal that you just have to laugh at it.) Other than that off-the-wall moment, I found myself enjoying the film. Foreman has some amazing comedic timing throughout the film.
In general, it’s a piece of fluff, but I found myself smiling more than not throughout its run time. And it feels very 80s in the best sense of the term.
1986 Movie Reviews will continue on Jan. 31, 2026, with The Best of Times, Down and Out in Beverly Hills, Power, and Youngblood.
