OLD MOVIE REVIEW: THE BREAKFAST CLUB (1985)

As the quote in the beginning goes,


“And these children that you spit on

as they try to change their worlds

are immune to your consultations.

They’re quite aware of what they’re going through…”

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This made me want to listen to the whole song written and performed by David Bowie. Anyway, the movie caters to the stereotypes usually found in high school. On a Saturday, six students get detention. Each have their reasons for being there. And through sorting out their differences, they form a mutual bond through a common problem: PARENTS

In a way, we are what we are to what our parents make of us. If our parents pamper us, we end up spoiled and greedy towards material possessions and end up being couch potatoes. If we get beaten and verbally abused, we shun ourselves from them and be the rebellious child they never wanted. And when they have such high expectations, we end becoming the social misfits of the world by being shut-ins.

Pretty much, this problem is explored in the movie as each character explain their undertakings within their household and the feelings they keep inside as they cannot find any reason to say anything.

The movie tackles a story quite common to the young generation of today. It’s quite different from the “now” typical story of teen bullying. You could say that the parents are the bullies in this case.

Each of us have these feelings toward our parents somehow. A certain longing that they couldn’t give or some hatred that they instilled which we’ll take till our wake. The story, though in just one setting, brings about that homely and shared feeling.

The Angst of A College Student Going Through...

The Start of The School Year. Yeah, college mongrels! We are back to that particular time when getting a tan and hanging out for bowling is totally out of the picture. Yes! Classes are back. Time to make ourselves suffer by getting good to great grades and making our wonderful parents proud.

But I’m not entirely exultant by the coming ringing of school bells. I feel dejected. The summer, was never my friend. Yeah, I indulged myself in movies. Yeah, I made a fool of myself by singing with a perfume bottle with one hand to consume time. But it’s as if I’ve completely lost a sort of touch by the summer heat. I have become a total shut-in.

I admit to always staying indoors. That is my fault and I completely rest my case but nothing came up while I was waiting for phone calls or great opportunities to go swim or go out of the country.

It’s not that I hate school. The problem is I still don’t feel like going back yet. And whenever I watch Phineas and Ferb on Disney Asia, I would feel more dejected especially coz of that opening theme:

“There’s a 104 days of summer vacation,

and school comes along just to end it.

So the annual problem for our generation,

is finding a good way to spend it. Like maybe…”

HUMAN CLASSIFICATION : WEIRDO

Weird, adj. A trait or characteristic of a person who does things in a uniquely odd fashion. It could also be used to describe someone who speaks or does things not ordinary to people in his or her environment. n., weirdo, misfit, dweeb, eccentric 

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Yes folks. I am most certainly a weirdo. Don’t worry. Not in a perverted sort of

way. You can be rest assured I am sane enough to not allow myself to do something so senile but at the same time, let me warn you that I can be quite the perv sometimes, which goes to show how messed up my first statement of defense was.

I speak and act accordingly to what I want and not what others want. In the case of teachers, that’s another story. You could say I have breaches to the security of my own thoughts; spontaneous in layman’s terms. I get the saying, “You’re so weird.” all the time. I’d take it as a compliment actually. I have become immune to trying to fit the norms of the people who have some sort of inhibitions in them.

In all honesty, I was once someone who just wanted to fit in with the crowd be with the cool kids and stand-out. But I guess in my choice of inklings and my odd personality, I stood-out, not in a good way. I had hated being called weird. It was just something I could not accept myself. It was probably because of peer pressure. Yeah, peer pressure’s a B. It’s just that being in high school and having such a peculiar way of being human didn’t quite make a good combo. I barely made friends. It was quite the miracle that I got some. What I’m saying is that I wanted to have lots of friends back then and being weird didn’t actually provide me the grounds to having the majority.

For some strange reason, I came into terms with my oddity. We had a good long talk. She had her side while I had mine. She was quite persistent if I say so myself. In the end, I realized that that is how I was and that being weird is how I can classify myself as a human being and how God planned that I become the weird one in the group.

So yeah, I came to accept the fact that I sometimes blurt out my feelings or my thoughts are way beyond what people normally would hear or believe in. I would end up liking the movie that someone hated or would understand the unconventional. I would be emphatic about what happens towards fictional characters. And of course, add to that me talking to myself in the mirror. A lot.

It’s not so bad to be the different one. It’s exciting actually. I don’t have to pretend to be somebody I’m not and at the same time, I could truly be happy with myself. Do not be discouraged if you’re not like someone you admire or if you not part of the in-crowd. As long as you know you are yourself, there’s no reason to change. Well, that’s if you have some psychological problem. You might want to see a psychiatrist for that or maybe I should…:p