Last weekend I traveled to Chicago for a high school reunion that we decided to hold outside of the usual decade milestones. This was #43. I couldn't make the 40th as I had a wedding that same weekend, but it was fairly well-attended and everyone seemed amenable to getting together more often.
"It's an interesting album in the OMD timeline because its immediate predecessor, whilst now being considered to be our ultimate artistic conceptual masterpiece, managed to lose us ninety percent of our record buying audience at the time."
Well, I'm a teen experiencing the gritty reality of 2014, and as the thirtieth anniversary of the beloved movie draws nearer, I decided to watch Sixteen Candles to see how it measures up to today's standards. My results? Surprising.
The 1980s were a blissful decade full of cringe-worthy fashion trends and pop music. The movies from the '80s are haunting in a good way; they leave us enamored and begging for more. Many of them have hidden messages, and some are more obvious.
21 & Over isn't high art, but it delivers, and I can't help but feel heartened that it seems to recognize that young audiences today would rather see racial stereotypes skewered instead of perpetuated.
Being 16 years old in Philadelphia in the late 1950s had to be one of the coolest things ever, one of those generational defining moments that separate some of us from the rest of us. At least it was for my older brother.