It's not enough to call this movie dated - it seems to make an effort to be as 80s as possible with music, clothes, and stereotypes. The story is predictable and cliched, but some original elements and a handful of strangely compelling scenes make it moderately entertaining.
About a punk who neither dresses nor listens to punk. A conflict for a girl where there really isn’t one. A contractual requirement to show at least four pairs of breasts in the film. Young woman dialog written by two adult male screenwriters. Still, I can’t help but love it in all of its ridiculous ‘80s glory.
well, I finally found what I left behind in 1986. An underdeveloped sense of irony, and a willingness to accept whatever dross is put in front of me. its my own fault, I could have stopped this at any point. In summary, risible.
Words cannot describe. This film epitomises 'first world problems' and macho territorialism. Maybe I don't identify with teen angst any more or care what people think, but man she is a serious victim of peer pressure. The characters were 2D and the dialogue strained, but there were redeeming moments, bitchin' outfits, a fantastic soundtrack, and it didn't shy away from sex like every other hollywood teen film.
Does what it says on the tin. A totally tubular time capsule to the 80's that has all the high school drama boxes ticked (if formulaic in nature) and even a few slightly more subversive sub-plots bubbling away underneath. Cage's eyebrow game is particularly impressive.
The fact that this film has a female director really shows - the lead, Julie, actually isn't a dumb Valley Girl [as now used] at all, she's pretty sorted, empowered by her hippy parents. The film's candyfloss, but candyfloss is like, tubular, sometimes.