And these children, that you spit upon…

I’ve wanted to see this movie for a while, the poster had me all smitten before everyone in the world that I respect fell in love with it themselves. It’s interesting then that after I got hold of a copy I couldn’t bring myself to watch it at first, in case it wasn’t the kind of awesome I needed it to be.

Luckily I put it on this evening and it made everything better.

The midwestern high school setting and thus the sports obsession was reminiscent of Klosterman’s novel, Downtown Owl. But that was where similarities ended, none of the snippy snarkiness that usually inhabits anything created in the last 15 years was here.  Instead there was an honesty and sincerity that you can only get away with using when you’re a teen and all everything feels more than it ever will again.

American Teen makes you remember what it was like to be that age –  with your whole life laid out ahead of you –  in the way that certain 3 minute pop songs can, but movies rarely do. Director Nannette Burnstein deftly handles the 5 protagonists and explores the very typecasts John Hughes forever set in our brain. Here we get a taste of what would have happened if Alison and Andy had dated after detention, if your heart really does die when you grow up, and how being a geek doesn’t really change decade to decade.

If you’re ever feeling confused as an adult, watch this movie and remember how daunting life once seemed. The downside of all of this, is obviously, that life once seemed epic and full of promise and a place where dreams could come true. This movie will help you remember that part as well.

slight return

Most of this evening I’ve been sitting home alone in my room finding MP3 equivalents of my teen indie selfs vinyl collection. It’s weird how you never forget the words to the songs you knew when you were a kid huh? How super precious every single one of them was to you, and fuck me, the memories. Now that it was half of my life ago, the pangs of nostalgia are almost palpable. That’s why I’m sitting around listening to Suede and Gene and Marion. I’m gonna move on to Midway Still soon and it’s probably going to get worse.

Elastica made me remember the time we went to see them on their first tour when they only had 6 songs so they had to play one twice, and it snowed ( rare indeed in the 90s) and we had a snowball fight on the way back to the ferry , and everything was perfect in the way it can only be when you’re 14.

It’s taken my mind off the adbusters induced socio-economic worry coma at least.