So The Breakfast Club turns 40 today. John Hughes' stab at capturing the archetypes of his favorite generation has become a cult classic, and a wistful dream for GenZers who were systematically deprived of a normal adolescence.
I'm not sure if I see The Breakfast Club as the ultimate GenX film - Over the Edge and then Repo Man were a little closer to my own experiences - but I'm not ashamed to admit that me and my future missus saw it on its opening weekend, at the late and lamented Hanover Mall cinema.
In fact, this photo was taken that same weekend. The future missus was very much like the Ally Sheedy character, only a lot less neurotic. But still, we noticed and enjoyed it all the more for it.
I, however, was not represented onscreen, being a punk rocker and neither a jock, burnout or nerd.
Check out my epic GenX essay here, which captures some of The Breakfast Club spirit, if not the letter.
And do join us tomorrow as we pay tribute to a fallen GenX heroine and look at some of the controversies surrounding her untimely passing.
