Empire Records is just an extravaganza of a guilty pleasure, isn’t it? It was perfect for us ’90s kids who were too young to work in record stores but dreamed of how cool it would be–if we ever got that fantasy job selling CDs, we’d just crush on Oasis and listen to Better Than Ezra and the Gin Blossoms all day. Or so we thought at age 12. Anyway, Liv Tyler looked so pretty, Robin Tunney was so tortured, Ethan Embry sent so many teenage hearts aflutter and Brendan Sexton III was in it. But everything comes together in the end! Also. Rex Manning: