First things first, hello from the second half of 2021. I can’t believe we are halfway through this torturous year. Its been a wild ride. We started the year with Australia on fire and Zimbabwe experiencing an uprise in Covid 19 cases. By February through to March, things had quietened down in this teapot nation and moved to India in what has to be the biggest wave of cases for the year. May saw Zimbabweans trickling to get the vaccine, the early birds were mostly the white community but June saw blacks join in the fight as cases started rising again. Personally, I’m yet to get the shot. Last time I wanted to, we had run out of the first dose. June was also Afrobloggers WinterABC month and we shared stories like never before. Last Sunday, most of us thought it was finally coming home but instead it went to Rome as we closed Euro2020, better luck next time English boys. Finally, right across Limpopo, looting and destruction of property is going on because a man is in jail, and its only July*sigh*
Anyway, that’s not the story of the day. The issue I want to tackle today is John Hughes’ 1985 masterpiece, The Breakfast Club. I have to confess to the fact that I do not watch old movies, ever! Anything before 2010, and its too retro for me, particularly action movies, c’mon guys, its like everything is on slow motion, the fights, the technology and don’t get me started on the fashion. But I have decided, for the sake of my cinematic maturity , to watch at least one classic movie per week, so welcome to my new category, Classic Thursdays.
The Breakfast Club, both written and directed by John Hughes, is about five kids, a jock, the prom queen, the class brain, a basket case and a criminal who are forced to spend eight hours together in detention on a Saturday. If it sounds familiar, that’s because, I once talked about a similar novel by Karen McManus, One Of Us is Lying in my first ever article found at https://rufarocarol.wordpress.com/2020/10/13/quarantine-reads/#more-64. Throughout the day, words are exchanged as we peel back the layers that make up the five students. Throw into the mix a disgruntled and angry teacher, yes quite like that high school teacher everyone didn’t like at school, and you have yourself a real work of art.
What I loved most about this movie was the rawness with which teen issues are portrayed by all five members. They all have their own drama going on and we get to see it unravel inch by inch throughout the day. For example, Andrew the jock proves to be a good kid who was just dealt a bad hand when it comes to a father. He is doing everything in his power to prove his worth and is obviously going about it the wrong way, case in point, his reason for being in detention(he taped a kid’s butt together with tape).
By day end and a lot of tears later, the kids are friends and there are two budding romances, for reasons that escape my understanding, but is the norm with all teen movies and we close of with a reading of the letter that the class brain writes to the teacher.
Just before the credits roll, is the iconic fist bump in the air scene by ‘the criminal’ John Bender and we get to hear the theme song Don’t you (forget about me) by Simple Minds. Overall, I give the movie a 8/10.