The Breakfast Club, or as I would call it, The Spoiled Brat Club.
I loved this movie when I was a teenager. However, please note, I did not understand that Sherman High was a suburban reality. Honestly, I thought these silly kids were portraying a whiny, ridiculous, group who just couldn’t seem to get over themselves.
In retrospect, maybe I was right?
Even so, as a Gen X-er, I related to The Breakfast Club. I wanted to break away from my parents. I wanted to be something different than the prescribed stereotype. But my high school didn’t have Saturday detention. My high school didn’t have any criminals, or anyone who ate sushi for lunch, or anyone who taped anyone’s nuts together.
Does this make me a loser? Maybe. But now I’m a grown up, and I really don’t give a damn.