Yes, part of the reason is simply because I got to see many clips from all of my favourite teenage films from the 80s. Movies like The Breakfast Club (that made me want to kiss a "bad boy" because really underneath it all he's just misunderstood), Pretty in Pink (that taught me being different is okay but red-heads really shouldn't wear pink) and Some Kind of Wonderful (that showed me that tomboys can be desirable -which sparked in me a mad crush on Eric Stoltz that has been going strong for over 20 years now). All of these life lessons topped with a great day of playing hookie with a guy named Ferris. What more could a teenage girl ask for?
After watching Don't You Forget About Me, I realised that I was not the only one who cherished John Hughes movies. I assumed the other
(a-hem) 40-somethings would share some fond memories, but when I saw present-day teenagers being interviewed and expressing their connection to Hughes' beloved characters, I was surprised. And I couldn't have been happier.
This documentary is a testament to how Hughes' films have stood the test of time. Even with all the technological advances we've made in the last 25 years- and the effect that that has had on how teenagers today are socialized and communicate with one another- it seems that teenage angst really hasn't changed that much since I wore tight jeans with pumps and plastic turquoise earrings. (Just as I found someone in a Hughes film that I could identify with, and thereby help me with my angst, it seems his movies still have the power to do that today). One teenager interviewed in the documentary explained how Hollywood movies today really don't relate to real teens and real teens' issues. "I have never had sex with a pie" he states "But I have skipped school on occasion".
The disconnection between teens and teen movies nowadays is explored further throughout the documentary through interviews with various film critics (including Roger Ebert) and present-day filmmakers (including Kevin Smith). And their insights made a lot of sense to me. Because I don't watch a lot of teenage movies anymore, I wasn't aware of how much the formula had changed. But as one film producer explains, a movie like The Breakfast Club would never get made today. A script with age appropriate actors sitting in a room and talking for two hours would be deemed slow and boring. It wouldn't matter if the script was good. It wouldn't matter if the young actors were talented. It wouldn't matter if the subject matter was relateable to the audience. Teenagers talking in a room just doesn't pique anyone's interest anymore- or so the movie makers (or should I say money makers?) in the industry believe nowadays.
However, as the filmmakers of Don't You Forget About Me are on their road trip driving to Illinois (taking the occasional pit stop to explain how their 2 and 1/2 year journey has brought them to John Hughes' door) they continue to discount the theory that teens today don't want another Hughes' film. Sure the clothes and the great 80s soundtracks of John Hughes movies might be out-dated now (although those 80s styles do keep coming back - whether or not we want them to), the stories and the characters are still considered genuine. And when you think about it, this does make sense - What geeky guy doesn't want to get the girl? What popular girl doesn't feel social pressure? What kid from a 'not so perfect home life' doesn't want to lash out from time to time? And who wouldn't want to have one perfect day away from it all? ( I know I still do!). This documentary explores all of this.
I won't tell you how Don't You Forget About Me ends (whether or not they get the John Hughes interview) because I want you to punch in your secret Rogers code (or find the DVD somewhere) and watch the movie in the comfort of your own home. I will say though, that after seeing the movie it made me sad all over again about John Hughes' death, and it made me want to revisit ALL of his movies. Of course, I will start with my personal favourite (which, if you haven't guessed by now, is The Breakfast Club). I know we all have our personal favs and when people ask me why I pick this particular Brat Pack film I have to say that part of the reason is I distinctly remember where I was when I saw this movie for the very first time... It was 1985 and I was sixteen years old. I went with some friends from school. And I got all dolled up and gelled the sides of my hair back. When we got to the movie theater it was packed and we had to sit in the very front row with our heads looking up to the screen and our feet resting on the stage. When the movie ended and the lights went up I cheered like everyone else and I thought it was the coolest movie I'd ever seen.However, as the filmmakers of Don't You Forget About Me are on their road trip driving to Illinois (taking the occasional pit stop to explain how their 2 and 1/2 year journey has brought them to John Hughes' door) they continue to discount the theory that teens today don't want another Hughes' film. Sure the clothes and the great 80s soundtracks of John Hughes movies might be out-dated now (although those 80s styles do keep coming back - whether or not we want them to), the stories and the characters are still considered genuine. And when you think about it, this does make sense - What geeky guy doesn't want to get the girl? What popular girl doesn't feel social pressure? What kid from a 'not so perfect home life' doesn't want to lash out from time to time? And who wouldn't want to have one perfect day away from it all? ( I know I still do!). This documentary explores all of this.
25 years later... it's still on my top 20 list. Needless to say I've seen a lot of movies in the last 25 years (and I've got the movie blog to prove it!) But I guess what has stayed true to me, in all of this time, is I still believe that in each of us you can find a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. It is one of the many things John Hughes' movies has taught me. It is without a doubt the film I related to the most as a teenager. To quote (the then skinny) Anthony Michael Hall ..."Does that answer your question?"
John Hughes, you will be missed! SVFRRIS!