I really liked this movie when I was seventeen. Then, some time after I’d matured, the movie was released on DVD. Out of nostalgia, I picked it up.
Lo and behold, this compelling slice of celluloid teen angst no longer tripped my trigger. As a matter of fact, it now annoyed the hell out of me.
What a shallow, petty, self-indulgent piece of whiny nihilism, I now thought. Only a know-nothing, easily-impressed seventeen-year-old…me in the 1980s…would find this R-rated Afterschool Special at all poignant or ‘deep’.
That said, the soundtrack still kicks ass.