No one is more surprised than me that "Encino Man" has aged into a crisply shot, solidly paced Nineties comedy with a genuinely positive message about prizing friendship and individuality over the shallow and short-lived pleasures of high school popularity. The scene where Pauly Shore takes Brendan Fraser to 7-11 ("SweeTarts. These are killer, buddy. So citrusy, you'll freak.") is two minutes of comic brilliance.
Harkens back to a time when generationally displaced Cro-Magnons fell prey to the whims and dialect of Pauly Shore, high school students were always prepared for an impromptu choreographed dance sequence, and Sean Astin could safely be pinned to a bulletin board with a mere few staples.