Today was a waste.
I watched a ton of ’80s movies for the first time (The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and St. Elmo’s Fire). None of them were particularly great, but they also weren’t terrible. I was expecting more from these movies. Cult classics usually have more to offer (see Fight Club, Kill Bill, and/or Office Space and you’ll understand what I mean by “more to offer”). These movies have scenes and characters that are iconic in pop culture, but the storylines themselves aren’t particularly special. Perhaps the evolution of storytelling over the past few decades has raised the bar for exceptional movies, and these classics can’t really compete, or maybe I’m just no longer in the target demo.
If I watched these movies while I was in high school, I probably would have loved them. The exaggerated drama and emotion, the commentary on the social castes in the high school environment, and the dumb acts of rebellion would have been right up my alley (it’s the only logical explanation for why I loved the US/MTV version of Skins so much). Sex, smoking, drinking, and other “adult” activities that are generally forbidden fruits for teens are alluring when you’re in high school. When you’re finally old enough to do these things legally, the novelty is lost.
Suddenly, smoking cigars in the parking lot isn’t cool anymore.
St. Elmo’s Fire did capture the experience of the gradual decline of friendships after graduation quite well. Time, distance, work, and growing up throw a wedge between friends. It’s sad, and it sucks, but it’s a part of life. It doesn’t get easier though.
As an inhabitant of a recently deserted apartment, I’ve been feeling pretty lonely. Stories about people drifting apart aren’t making me feel better, oddly enough.
It’s 1:35 AM. I should get to bed.