Okay, I was born in 1993. I wasn't alive during the 80s, therefore there is no 'year or birth' bias about 80's movies; but I really, really, really wish I had been because of the movies. The Breakfast Club has to be one of my favourite ever movies for a number of reasons, but firstly and foremost for making me wish with a passion that I was the sixth member of that Saturday detention on March 24, 1984. And any movie that could make you wish to spend a Saturday in detention has to be a good movie.
First, I am more than a little bit in love with Bender. Even though he is the bad guy, even though he can be a huge wanker, even though he comes from a dysfunctional family and wears really ugly check shirts, I really wanted to be Molly Ringwald when she kisses him at the end. Possibly my favourite part of the whole movie is the way his face softens when Claire comes in and kisses his neck- he goes from looking hardened and dead inside to surprised and amorous. And hot. Did I mention hot?
And if I can't have him, I might just settle for Emilio Estevez doing the sensitive thing. He looks pretty hot when he's crying about his old man, although he really shouldn't. The jock thing doesn't normally do it for me, but Andy was really cute and he stood up for everybody all day. Something about him- maybe the floppy hair or the athlete's jacket- made me want to cuddle him, after to wanting to tongue Bender. I'd comfort him if his Dad was being all overbearing, anyway...
I love John Hughes. The guy is a genius. He knows how to reach teens, and the dialogue in The Breakfast Club isn't even dated now- I could watch it and, if you took away the perms and the awful textiles, it could have been happening in a high school right now. It's real, but it's still got movie-esque traits that make the paying customer feel that their money was well spent. Striking that balance can be harder than it sounds, but he totally aced it, because generation after generation will love this movie. I love almost every movie that ever came out of the 1980s, but this one has to be my all-time favourite- it even beats Heathers, and I LOVED that movie. I love it so much that I am sitting here writing this, listening to Don't You Forget About Me (the theme of the movie) and picturing the end, which was possibly the best movie ending ever. That last scene of Bender punching the air in triumph kind of sums up the whole thing, doesn't it?
All I have to complain about reagaring The Breakfast Club is that I fall into the 'Allison sold out' camp. Why the pink vest, John Hughes? Why not just take off her eyeliner and brush her hair, and then BAM! Inner beauty totally exposed? WHY THE PINK VEST?!
Watch this movie, if only to become a real teenager, because you aren't until you've seen it.
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