I love 80’s films as much as the next girl, and what not, but I have yet to find what it is that links them all together that makes them so addictive. Is it that most of the people who list them on Facebook include all John Hughes movies? Is it because they feature the “brat pack”? Is it the fact that they’re grainy-looking and ohmygod, this makes them so cool?
Now, we’ve all seen this movie, right? Sam (Molly Ringwald) turns sixteen and everybody forgets and nobody wishes her a happy birthday, and she’s disappointed that this is the biggest birthday of her lifelong career and her life is over and this geek (Anthony Michael Hall) won’t stop following her so she gives him her panties and then she gets kissed by a guy (I’m pretty sure this is the only movie he was ever in so I won’t even bother) she’s only exchanged, like, one single conversation with.
I think it’s just a curiosity factor, where everything seems so different than how it is now, and it makes me wonder how I’d be, being a high-school student in the 80’s. There’s a scene in this movie (the “Have you ever done it?” screencap) where Molly Ringwald’s character, Sam, is filling out a “sex questionnaire”in class and she’s meant to pass it to someone else to fill out, as well. If this were a movie set for today, Sam would most likely be mindlessly staring at her computer and then posting it on Facebook (for certain people to see, I guess, considering I’d like to imagine Sam’s got certain boundaries). Then Sam rides the bus and goes home—and I hated myself once I caught myself thinking “Well, now what’s she gonna do?”… as if there was nothing else to do back then, since there were no computers! To be fair, I don’t think I can imagine Sam reading a book, she’s way too mad at the world for that. Can’t imagine her dancing to music, either, she’d see her reflection in a mirror and hate her body or something. Also, the fact that a TV isn’t really turned on in this movie for a long visible amount of time made me temporarily forget TVs existed. Basically, Sam does nothing except sit in a corner and think about Jake Ryan (and this includes romantic variations for every other teenager).
This train of thought depressed* me, though. Why couldn’t I imagine a society without phones or social networking or reality TV? Did this mean that our own present society is a cruel cruel reminder that we, in general, suck, or that I need to get my crap together and start believing that the world is not an actual black pit that vomits worthless cases of nothing that will result in nothing because nothing?
I vote the latter. But that’s a cool experiment. I saw a recent presentation where a man encouraged people to try something new for 30 days, something we’ve always wanted to try. I think it’d be interesting to attempt going a whole month without the unnecessary side of the internet (Blogger.com, you know I love you, baby, but there are other things I love more than you, I’m sorry).
And for the record, I am part of the annoying club of people that has yet to be named that has always liked the guy that just gets forgotten in the end. Anthony Michael Hall in Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club (my God, he was wearing Ray Bans and a green sweater and worrying about Bender damaging school property, the sex appeal), Jon Cryer’s Duckie in Pretty in Pink, and Cameron Frye in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Really. All of these people, forgotten, just left alone, when I was just sitting here the entire time, admiring and loving them all from afar.
* I think it’s just all of these movies soundtracks, man, something about eighties pop and rock that just gives me heavy boots.