Friday, August 7. 2009
Behind My Adolescenes
I have a small collection of movies I treasure that bring back to me a youth I never had.
I've never had friends in high school. I've never dated on a prom. I haven't played practical jokes on teachers. I didn't even have a family like others, mum and dad, brothers and sisters that I could have played with, learned from or even argued with. I was expected to be understanding and responsible from early age. Therefore I was a bespectacled nerd with no sense of humour. More or less alone with a working mother I had books to comfort me. And movies.
When I watched those movies, for a limited period of time I could pretend I was at high school, or college, I had a dad or older brother watching over me, I walked to school with my best friend, I was a real teenager.
And so I adored Molly Ringwald, Andy McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Ally Sheedy, in fact the whole brat pack, as well as John Cusack and, of course, James Spader.
I have never really figured before that my gratitude should have gone to one special person responsible for scripts, directing as well as productions of my lifesaving stories like Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Sixteen Candles, and my favourite of them, Pretty in Pink.
Sadly, John Hughes died yesterday, only fiftynine years old. Time to drop a tear grieving over his untimely death and to watch his movies!
I've never had friends in high school. I've never dated on a prom. I haven't played practical jokes on teachers. I didn't even have a family like others, mum and dad, brothers and sisters that I could have played with, learned from or even argued with. I was expected to be understanding and responsible from early age. Therefore I was a bespectacled nerd with no sense of humour. More or less alone with a working mother I had books to comfort me. And movies.
When I watched those movies, for a limited period of time I could pretend I was at high school, or college, I had a dad or older brother watching over me, I walked to school with my best friend, I was a real teenager.
And so I adored Molly Ringwald, Andy McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Ally Sheedy, in fact the whole brat pack, as well as John Cusack and, of course, James Spader.
I have never really figured before that my gratitude should have gone to one special person responsible for scripts, directing as well as productions of my lifesaving stories like Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Sixteen Candles, and my favourite of them, Pretty in Pink.
Sadly, John Hughes died yesterday, only fiftynine years old. Time to drop a tear grieving over his untimely death and to watch his movies!
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