The Breakfast Club

I recently watched the film ‘ The Breakfast Club’ for the first time.

Considering it was released in 1985 I am left wondering why it took me 33 years to get around to this?

Yet I admit I watched in two parts and for the first 43 minutes I had not a clue why this film was revered a cult classic.

The movie had nothing to do with breakfast, rather a group of teenagers from different walks of life enduring a Saturday morning detention at their High School.

As I near middle age I found it difficult to relate to the characters personal struggles to relate to one another and to the indifference they showed authority figures.

I did not understand, I was bored, I turned it off and went to bed.

Awaking the next morning I was determined to see the film out. Yet before I picked up where I left off I did a bit of reading in an attempt to find out why all the fuss

  • The movie was written, produced and directed by John Hughes. And John Hughes wrote, produced and directed Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – my all time favourite film. My heart warmed
  • I read the film premise and came to terms with the fact that the kids would not be going to a cafe for brunch. They were way cooler, members of ‘The Breakfast Club’ – the nickname invented by students and staff for detention. My heart warmed.

And as the remainder of the film unfolded I was won over and then some.

A bond began to form between the group of teens whose paths would NEVER have crossed had it not been for the Saturday lock in. As they divulged deeply personal secrets they were forced to reevaluate their preconceived ideas and stereotypical judgements about one another, themselves and their place in the world ( yes it was THAT epic)

When I was in the UK in 2013 I ate numerous times at the ‘ The Breakfast Club’ cafe chain. Prehaps that’s why I associated the orignal film with bacon and eggs? I was only 7 when the original film came out and fell hard and fast for Ferris and Edward ScissorHands at 13 so there was little room in my life for Claire, Andy, Brian, Allison and John Bender.

But fast forward 33 years and it seems I’m ready to appreciate the mastery and wonder of the teen comedy drama. All 97 minutes of pure cinema genius.

They only met once, but it changed their lives forever. They were five total strangers, with nothing in common, meeting for the first time. A brain, a beauty, a jock, a rebel and a recluse.

The Breakfast Club, first viewing September 14th-15th 2018. Life changed forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anne of Green Gables

Yesterday when I was having lunch it dawned on me that I am what you call a passionate person.

I asked the question of the group who w dining at a local Ultimo Cafe, what movie defined their childhood. Given that one of the lunch guests was mid seventies, his answer was a book….but it took much prompting to get that from him.

Others had delayed responses, little excitement in their voice and even fewer hand gestures. Another factor might have been jet lag, two of the party having taken international flights a couple of weeks back…..

But really, when it boiled down to it….in my opinion, this kind of question allows a passionate person to go to town, to reminisce and indulge in a time gone by, and recount how said movie changed the course of ones life.

The movie I offered up was ‘ Anne of Green Gables’

The title alone should send shivers down a passionate person’s spine, could very well cause water to well in eyes, bring on contagious smiling, bouts of blushing,girlish giggles.

How many times did I watch this film at a 10 year old? Countless.

Why did I love Anne, the red-haired beauty from Prince Edward Island, Canada? Because she was bold, brave, lived in her head and loved with her whole heart.

This movie shaped me as a young girl, it was the very first film I recall sobbing uncontrollably to when kind-hearted Matthew, Anne’s adoptive Father, passed away. I think I hid my tears well, as no one in my family came near me, but I cried and cried – to the point where I could not even understand my sadness.

Today, I have come to understand why this on screen death deeply affected me – Matthew was a quiet, unassuming man, second fiddle to Marilla,  Anne’s formidable adoptive Mother. Marilla was the disciplinary and Matthew was advised ‘ not to put his oar in’ when it came to child rearing.

So he stayed in the background, but that was where he was most comfortable and could do the most good. He loved Anne, it shone through all his actions, was evident in the very few words he spoke.

Besotted by her, whole heartedly captivated by her spirit and energy, it brought out the best in him too – he adored her, spoilt her, mostly with the gift any child most wants – love, but with the occasional material possessions too – a beautiful blue ball gown with ‘ puffed sleeves’ (20 pounds of brown sugar accompanied this dress purchase- having struggled to articulate the real reason behind his shopping expedition, sugar preceeded dress sale)

In many ways Matthew was, and very much is, a version of my own Father.

My Father’s actions have always spoken louder than words – and his love for me is on display in everything he has ever done and continues to do, hopefully for many years to come.

This is but one reason I identify with this movie so strongly, so passionately, with tear filled eyes and runny nose. I saw myself and those I hold dear to me in the characters so beautifully acted out in the 1985 Canadian telemovie.

Oh, there is so much more I could say….this movie prompted a road trip to Prince Edward Island when I found myself in Canada is 2002, on the search for my own personal Gilbert with childhood friend Leonie and her P.E.I beau, Darin. The bouts of melancholy the film induced if watched on repeat in my teens….My love for the country Canada that runs oh so deep…..

But as a passionate person you have to learn to tell stories in short burst.

Sensing my enthusiasm for Anne of Green Gables was a little too much for my lunch guests I keep the account to under 2 minutes and then new that the rest of the tale was for my blog post.

Lucky readers….

To Be Continued.

CUWAM- 5 weekly DVD rentals or 1 Blockbuster Overnight Hire??!!

The week that was can best be described by the title of this blog entry…..Does one splurge on the blockbuster, new release DVD, with which you have it on loan for a mere 24 hours  or do you  spend the same amount of money on hiring 5 weeklies?….with you can be yours for 7 full days?

The week that was , was a ‘ 5 weekly DVD hire’ kind of week….the kind of week that is comfortable, you have seen much of its content before, it is familiar, rarely causing you to break out into a sweat, induce tears, contagious laughter or fits of terror….A familar week with familiar routines….Kind of like hiring ‘ ET’, ‘Ferris Buellers Day Off’, ‘ The Goonies’, ‘ Beaches’ and ‘ Dead Poets Society’….movies you have seen time and time again, movies so familiar to you that you can recite line after line, movies that no longer surprise or shock…but films bring lends themselves nicely to fond childhood memories,  you laugh, cry and cheer in all the right places….That was my week…

Work…ho hum, ho hum…it was BUSY….I assumed title of data entry Queen…and I will wear that title I fear for some weeks to come…There was gym sessions, works outs on the dreaded tread mill, and stair climber….Nights in front of the tv, watching the X-Factor final ( I can’t help but like little Reece, but I found his duet with the Queen of Pop, Our Kylie, kind of creepy…she is old enough to be his Mother…there, I said it and got it off my chest), time spent chatting to family and friends, facebook time, blogging time…just passing time.

The blockbuster event of the week, the stand out for me was catching up with my wonderful friend Fernanda, dining at a vegetarian restaurant Crown street Surry Hills, with mother to be Elena and her confidant, Glenn,  followed by Fernanda and me  catching the 352 bus to the Palace Cinema in Paddington to see the movie-doco  Bill Cunningham’s New York

What a treat, what a story….a whimiscal true tale of a man, his camera and the delight he gets from capturing the every day beauties on the streets of NYC…Having just returned from this city, it was wonderful to see the Big Apple on-screen, and both Fernanda and I lost ourselves for a couple of hours as we got to see NY through Bill’s eyes….To quote the man directly, ” He who seeks beauty shall find it’……and that is what we, as audience members saw , beauty in the ordinary, the familiar, the everyday and the extraordinary……

I returned to my weekly rental approach to life with a thud the next day, having left my umbrella in the cinema the night before, I was sadly aware that I could not get by without by rain protection device ( for Sydney was in tantrum mode, it had been raining for fours days straight) I would not survive….So Thursday night was spent collecting my lost umbrella and returning home to watch ‘ Escape to the Country’ on digital tv….

The weekend came and went all too soon….Saturday, a baby shower, and my role was games master, the Andrew O’Keefe of Deal or No Deal, but with a baby theme….I treated those in attendance to baby food Masterchef and baby trivia….the third game, choose to eat either a pink or blue biscuit, sadly did not make the cut, and I returned home that evening with 30 iced biscuits decorated with jelly babies….On a side note, Flora the cat quiet fancied the butter icing….

Sunday I visited by Aunt and Uncle in Gosford, a lovely town about 1.5 hours North of Sydney….A place I wished I had visited sooner….On being greeted by my Aunt, I remarked, ‘ So how long have you lived here, is it two years?’  The response came as a shock ‘ Nine years dear’….Oh dear indeed…

I was treated to a divine lunch, the smell from the kitchen stuck me as soon as I entered the house…’ It smells just like Nan’s house’ I remarked…and that it did….My Aunt cooks just like my Nan used too….Home cooked meals, meat and many vegetables, gravy….a glass of red…dessert, with lashings of cream, cups of coffee and home-made chocolate slice….

My Uncle  is not well, and time was spent talking to him, talking about life,the good, the bad and the ugly…. Chatting about his work as a writer, and his dedication and commitment to story telling….when he suggested he include a chapter about Flora my cat and I, I advised against it, stating that he has a best seller on his hands….a chapter on Flora and I would be a disservice to his work!!

Today I am back at work…I am unsure of what this week has in store…I could cope with a week full of blockbuster action, then again, I could quite happily settle for a week full of everyday rentals….

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