In the movie's tour-de-force, nearly 10-minute prologue, a pre-credits sequence that sets up how H.I. and Ed met—she was a cop who took his mugshot the numerous times he was arrested, and slowly they fell in love—we also get this little aside from H.I.: "I tried to stand up and fly straight, but it wasn't easy with that son of a bitch Reagan in the White House. I don't know. They say he's a decent man. So... maybe his advisers are confused." Now I won't make a case that "Raising Arizona" is "more relevant than ever" because of our incoming fascist, Reagan-but-dumber president Donald Trump, but it does show how critics then, who either praised the movie or damned it for its "style over substance" approach, missed some of what it had to say about the political climate of the '80s and have boosted it as an absurd cult comedy, skipping over its understanding of criminality, especially of the scrapping, hustling, fast-talking American sort. This type of depoliticization is all too typical. Try and see "Raising Arizona" as a movie that gives outlaws a playful noogie but understands their dark edge because it sees why family values are a farce—plain and clear during Reagan's reign as he vilified the poor, pretended AIDS didn't exist, gave weapons to Iran, and let crack seep into every nook and cranny of the inner city.