After a long long long time, I’ve finally watched The Breakfast Club. It was one of my lacks in “classic cinema” if anything made in the 80’s can yet be called classic. My Verdict? So-so.
I thought the story was well put together in most places and that the acting was done superbly (with a few scenes that were, unfortunately, a stretch at best), but I have a tough time liking a movie that I don’t identify with. I’m 34, soon 35, and as Jenn put it, “…identifying more with the Janitor than any other character.” It’s been a while since I was an angsty teenager, if I ever really was.
Alas, a pedestalized movie has fallen in my eyes. I should have watched it twenty years ago. Now I need to watch The Graduate.