TV. So after all, was this uninspiring director of some small films about adolescence, and that had some fame in the 80's, the one, with this film, that generated all offspring of geeks and hipsters that currently condemn us to the spectacle of the stylish worldliness? Think of Wes Anderson or Ayoade's "Submarine", for example.
When this first came out I said, "You couldn't pay me to see this movie". As if I need to see a movie about a bunch of stupid delinquent teenagers who think they're the center of the universe showing off. So when I did finally see it my expectations were at rock bottom. As I was watching, it seemed to confirm all my fears, but then at the very end it had a great message.
That wonderful scene where Cameron looks into Seurat's "Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte". I love it. He was looking at the girl held by her mother. I think it was a subtle hint of his lack of affection from his family. But then, the shot keeps zooming in on the girl and that the picture only consisted of little different colored dots.
Moral of the story: If you're selfish, white, rich, belligerent, and conniving enough, you can get away with anything you want. Matthew Broderick you're great but in the service of evil.
Fuck you John Hughes.