I want to be her again
That girl knew how to laugh
And she'd make her tears count
She'd wake with a smile
Come rain, shine or bad hair days
Each moment an 'experience' to be lived
That girl knew pain (oh yes she did indeed!)
But she knew it was fleeting
She'd simply wait for it to pass by
Life was one fun puzzle
She loved her daily clues
People, places and oh just so many things to do
Oh - she had her doubts (she knew she weren't perfect)
And her moments of insanity
And then there'd be light again - Pippa's passes
I've lost her somewhere you see
I killed her - it seems aeons ago
That life the rain the moments the laughter
That girl that once was me...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
...Don't you....forget about me...
Chicken soup for my soul - on a day when chicken soup should've been the order of the day was a flick I classify as 'retro' - more so because it's an early nineties high school classic. Considered by some to be John Hughes' finest - I watched 'The Breakfast Club'. And loved it. And cannot stop singing the opening number by Simple Minds.
Compared to what I usually consider classic, fave or must watch - The Breakfast Club is from a different genre altogether. One of , or arguably 'the' Brat Pack movies, the story is simple enough : 5 high school students get detention in the form of 8 hours at the school library on a Saturday, by the end of which each is required to submit an essay on who they think they are. The 8 hours on a Saturday bit had me cringing - as did Judd Nelson's hairstyle (points up for anyone who thinks the man was the inspiration behind Salman Khan's locks in his first few films - I found the resemblance uncanny !). But what I totally loved was the shallow (an hour and a half does not a deep dive make - atleast not in the early 90s) exploration of teen angst - how when we're 16 or thereabouts our parents are our biggest enemies and we're so scared of growing up and turning into versions of the same. How, the biggest 'fuck you' a pampered Teen Miss Priss can offer her parents is by way of dating a low class Criminal with totally intense eyes and a 'devil may care' attitude. How even Geeks have hearts and non algebraic emotions - even if the tears came on because the lamp wouldn't light! And how the sexy Jock wishes he weren't one - and will date a Basketcase once she cleans up her act and wears makeup and a headband - and said Basketcase will have her act cleaned up by previously mentioned Teen Queen who does this as her act of redemption for the day ("Why're you being nice to me?" "Because you're letting me!").
The dialogues are as simplistic as the plotline. And oddly realistic too - witness Jock telling Basketcase in reference to previously mentioned makeover - "....nothing's wrong....it's just different....I can see your face". Tell me you havn't said/heard/witnessed (depending on whether you were a Jock/a Basketcase with a makeover/a fly on the wall) similar conversation in your school days. And the 90's music makes for an easy on the ears listening during the archtypical everybody gets together and dances to pass away time scenes.
Estevez and Sheedy's hesitant kiss towards the end was a cliche as was the Nelson - Shannon exchange of a diamond stud as a promise ring - wait a minute! - that was right in front of Shannon's car where, I'm assuming her concerned Dad (assumption since he actually dropped her off at school in the morning instead of sending over a driver) would've noticed his li'l princess removing a christmas gift diamond and placing it in the leather gloved hand of her newly acquired Deanesque BF. Wow - that unexplored plotline alone makes for sequel by itself.
Hey - I loved it. Totally. And am now downloading St. Elmo's Fire, Sixteen Candles, Some Kind of Wonderful all the way to Oxford Blues (I already own Pretty in Pink).
P.S. - go watch Inception. I loved that too. Totally different genre (I have an eclectic taste) - and total headrush! And no - mentioning it in this post does not mean I'm equating its cerebral appeal with the high school angst genre - or chicken soup.
Compared to what I usually consider classic, fave or must watch - The Breakfast Club is from a different genre altogether. One of , or arguably 'the' Brat Pack movies, the story is simple enough : 5 high school students get detention in the form of 8 hours at the school library on a Saturday, by the end of which each is required to submit an essay on who they think they are. The 8 hours on a Saturday bit had me cringing - as did Judd Nelson's hairstyle (points up for anyone who thinks the man was the inspiration behind Salman Khan's locks in his first few films - I found the resemblance uncanny !). But what I totally loved was the shallow (an hour and a half does not a deep dive make - atleast not in the early 90s) exploration of teen angst - how when we're 16 or thereabouts our parents are our biggest enemies and we're so scared of growing up and turning into versions of the same. How, the biggest 'fuck you' a pampered Teen Miss Priss can offer her parents is by way of dating a low class Criminal with totally intense eyes and a 'devil may care' attitude. How even Geeks have hearts and non algebraic emotions - even if the tears came on because the lamp wouldn't light! And how the sexy Jock wishes he weren't one - and will date a Basketcase once she cleans up her act and wears makeup and a headband - and said Basketcase will have her act cleaned up by previously mentioned Teen Queen who does this as her act of redemption for the day ("Why're you being nice to me?" "Because you're letting me!").
The dialogues are as simplistic as the plotline. And oddly realistic too - witness Jock telling Basketcase in reference to previously mentioned makeover - "....nothing's wrong....it's just different....I can see your face". Tell me you havn't said/heard/witnessed (depending on whether you were a Jock/a Basketcase with a makeover/a fly on the wall) similar conversation in your school days. And the 90's music makes for an easy on the ears listening during the archtypical everybody gets together and dances to pass away time scenes.
Estevez and Sheedy's hesitant kiss towards the end was a cliche as was the Nelson - Shannon exchange of a diamond stud as a promise ring - wait a minute! - that was right in front of Shannon's car where, I'm assuming her concerned Dad (assumption since he actually dropped her off at school in the morning instead of sending over a driver) would've noticed his li'l princess removing a christmas gift diamond and placing it in the leather gloved hand of her newly acquired Deanesque BF. Wow - that unexplored plotline alone makes for sequel by itself.
Hey - I loved it. Totally. And am now downloading St. Elmo's Fire, Sixteen Candles, Some Kind of Wonderful all the way to Oxford Blues (I already own Pretty in Pink).
P.S. - go watch Inception. I loved that too. Totally different genre (I have an eclectic taste) - and total headrush! And no - mentioning it in this post does not mean I'm equating its cerebral appeal with the high school angst genre - or chicken soup.
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