After talking about Ferris Bueller’s Day Off with a friend whilst in Brisbane, it was only natural to watch several of John Hughes’ films in quick succession. I was feeling nostalgic. My three poisons: The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink.
Let’s be honest here: I loved them because they’re such seminal works of the teenage genre. Cliché they may be, with their queen bees, geeks, proms and indispensible girl-meets-boy plot devices, but these were the some of the most defining aspects of high school, to which young, Western audiences relate. It’s magical. My only problem is with the relationships.
The Breakfast Club
- Claire and Bender predictably find themselves together, but to be honest there didn’t seem to be any real reason compelling Claire to seek him out, other than the whole “tool to hurt my parents” schtick, or to even stay with him after the detention bubble bursts.
- Allison and Andrew: what the hell? He doesn’t pay her any mind at all and, when he does, doesn’t think much of her. After she reveals a bit more about herself? Whatever. But gussy her up like the other popular girls? Badabing badaboom! Fantastic message John Hughes is sending out here. And let’s face it, most likely she’s not going to keep up that aesthetic indefinitely. Then what? It’s never going to last.
- Poor Brian. Nobody loves Brian. He can’t even write 1000 words.
- Andie and Blane have absolutely no chemistry. Their dates are awkward, they have no common interests and their conversations are merely small talk. How on earth is this an appealing relationship for either of them? Then again, they do spend a lot of time making out, so I suppose for high-schoolers that’s going steady material.