Yesterday, we schlepped boxes to Pawtucket. That was work yesterday. Today, I have to put together Sirenia Digest #130, which I hope to have out to subscribers by sometime tonight.
Last night, we finished up our John Hughes thing with his first and second films, Sixteen Candles (1984) and The Breakfast Club (1985). Hughes wrote and directed both. Truthfully, the less said about Sixteen Candles, the better. I'm pretty sure it passes up no opportunity to be offensive, from the inexcusable Long Duk Dong to rhapsodies on date rape. This is pure eighties teen raunchiness, in the vein of Porky's (1981), and based on Sixteen Candles, I'd have never believed that Hughes would be capable of turning out a movie even half as good as The Breakfast Club, much less would I have believed he could do it the very next year. I still rankle at Allison Reynolds' unfortunate makeover there at the end, but, all in all, it's a smart, insightful, moving, and very funny film that comes off more like a good one-act play than a flick meant for teenagers. It has depth and gravitas and good taste. It's more subversive than some people might give it credit for being, and the opening Bowie epigraph was well chosen. I count it as one of my favorite films of 1985.
Here are some bits from Facebook and Twitter, because I spent far too much time over there yesterday afternoon and evening:
Dear Journalists: Objective doesn't mean balanced, and balanced doesn't mean fair. The truth is an inevitably one-sided affair.
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That lunatic in Starbuck's, screaming about having to wait for a coffee drink I can't even afford, he is the quintessential Trump voter.
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It is okay to call a racist a racist. It is okay to call out lies as lies. It is absolutely necessary that we do both. It is our obligation. It is right not to join hands and sing kumbaya with Trump supporters. There is still right and wrong, good and evil, and we are capable of telling the one from the other. If we allow wrong to masquerade as merely an alternative and legitimate point of view, we stand to lose our souls.