A midnight movie staple at one time that melded teen angst with mod culture in adapting the Who's seminal album 'Quadrophenia'. Phil Daniels was perfectly cast as Jimmy; a young a-hole that we could all identify with to a certain degree. A little light story wise but the film does have its charms and memorable scenes especially the riot in Brighton. '..we are the mods, we are the mods, we are the mods...'
Music at that age is as serious as a heart attack. The decision between the mods and rockers would have been hard. We had the decision between rock n' roll and disco. That wasn't hard. When disco died in High School, there was a celebration. When it was reborn, just in time for College it was the end of the world. It was your parents's music. Now, I don't mind the disco from that era.
Deep in my mind I envy Jimmy. He had his winning share, at a back alley, a climax, a perfect moment to live for. Hence destruction was unavoidable, there was no turning back, he had to kiss life goodbye with dignity, the kind of dignity winners never get to feel.
Often dubbed as the British "Mean Streets", yet it's less Scorsese and more Hal Ashby (the Harold & Maude parallels are impossible to ignore). Quadrophenia gives us moments of brilliance and others fail to even entertain. Uneven is the key word, but the film is powered by a phenomenal soundtrack (not only by The Who) that compensates some lack of depth.
Oh, and Sting...