The Wisdom of the 80's
I don't know if you're cable is the same as my cable, but there's been a couple great 80's movies on lately and I am perplexed by the lessons they are trying to convey...
First...
Okay - there are so many things about St. Elmo's Fire that really bug me now. First, Emilio Estevez totally STALKS Andy MacDowell (sp??) by following her to that ski lodge. By the standards of today, he's creepy stalker material, but I guess in the 80's that was just commonplace puppy love - obsessively following someone and then just showing up while they're having a romantic weekend.
Secondly - It's only just hit me how ridiculous it is that Demi Moore's friends think she's going to kill herself by...GASP!...Leaving the windows open!!! Oh my god. The drama. I'm going to use that threat from now on. "I swear guys, if work doesn't get easier, I'm going to sit in a room in a large white t-shirt and OPEN THE WINDOWS!" "No, Jen, please, no. We'll figure it out. Just don't give up. Don't OPEN THE WINDOWS."
And Mare Winningham - man oh man. What the hell is she wearing? I don't think anyone could ever be that dowdy. Ever. Really. She has friends. why would they let her wear dresses made out of apolstering fabric and then put a pink cardigan over it? And Rob Lowe asks her if she's still a virgin before he leaves for New York, then asks her if he can have a going away present. HE WANTS HER VIRGINITY AS A GOING AWAY PRESENT! And she gives it to him, because who can resist a loser, alcoholic saxaphone player with a mullet and a coke problem?
And pre-Mary Kay Letourneau there was this movie:
Apparently in the 80's a teenager having sex wtih his friend's alcoholic mom is HOT HOT HOT! I love it that at the end Rob Lowe and Andrew McCarthy duke it out and then laugh it off. Rob Lowe's totally cool with Andrew McCarthy bangin his mom - I mean, they're friends after all, aren't they?
It's all brilliant.
Posted by jen at February 26, 2005 04:35 PM
Comments
I can't imagine how you so nonchalontly flirt with disaster by leaving your windows open. That just plain NUTZ.
I must admit, Mare boringham was alwas an erection killer for me. It was like looking at a younger version of your moms. Wierd and gross.
The intergenerational relationships were all the rage in the 80s. Remember Blame it on Rio and Big? It has recently come back with MILF and Stacy's mom. She's got it going on you know.
Coming from a male perspective: When yo have sex the first 5 years or so, you really have no fucking idea what you are doing. Insert, move repeatedly, repeat. That's it, not much about her. The ironic thing is that a guy wants to be good in bed. Thus, hooking up with an older woman will give a younger guy insight. Well, that and a displaced edipean complex which according to frued lives within each of us, just to varying degrees.
Wow, thatwas way too deep for a sunday afternoon.
Posted by: BigDubb at February 27, 2005 05:16 PM
Mare Winningham - oh dear. Her clothes are just SO bad. SO bad. But I still love that movie, for some reason.
Posted by: Carrie at February 27, 2005 06:40 PM
I have seen The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, all the standard 80's movies..but I have yet to see St. Elmo's Fire. One of these days I will...
Posted by: Stacey at February 28, 2005 03:47 AM
Who could be so dowdy, you asked. My ex from high school- his wife. She's really dowdy.
Posted by: hot babe at February 28, 2005 10:51 PM
hahahahahahaha! Lug, that is new perspective on St. Elmo's. A movie that sucked but I can't help but love it.
NO! Don't open the windows! hahahahahahaha!
Posted by: Jenny at March 1, 2005 12:45 AM
Wasn't she trying to freeze herself to death?? Isn't there an easier way to go?? Clearly just a call for help. Speaking of Demi and generation gap...That movie is from 1985 or so, when I was seven. Ashton Kutcher is my age. So, Demi was playing a college graduate and her future beau was in first grade. Nice. Go Demi!!
Posted by: Kiddo78 at March 2, 2005 04:32 PM
