In this conversational attempt to illuminate the positive idiosyncrasies of a cinematic reproduction of a televised comedic presentation, we endeavor to elucidate warm, positive feelings towards a fictional entity long neglected by the oppressors of projected iconography in motion. That may have been a mouthful, but it was written by someone from France. That said, we’re about to do our best to prove to you that Coneheads is not that bad.