Adventureland, c’est la bonne surprise de notre dernière soirée films. On s’attendait à un teen movie habituel, bourré de cornichonneries, blagues salaces, gags débiles et autres jeunes gens à moitié à poil. Au lieu de cela on s’est retrouvés plongés dans notre jeunesse (d’accord, la musique aide beaucoup) et nous n’avons pas fait que rire (ou alors jaune) durant les 107 minutes de film. Jesse Eisenberg, l’acteur principal, s’en sort plutôt bien pour jouer un ado de 18-19 ans alors qu’il en a déjà 26 et Kristen Stewart, du haut de ses seulement (!) 19 ans, apporte une profondeur et une attirance certaines à son personnage de fille un peu paumée/un peu dangereuse. On a envie de la suivre et être avec elle, même si on sait qu’on la perdra un jour, comme dans Into the wild. Les autres personnages caractérisent très bien le genre de personnes qui gravitent presque toujours autour de nous à cet âge : le beau gosse cool et plus vieux, la super bimbo qui fait craquer tous les mecs, le copain plutôt débile et lourd mais serviable, le pote super doué mais moche, …
C’est donc un 8,5/10 pour cette réalisation de Greg Mottola et même si ce ne sera pas dans le même genre, on attend déjà avec impatience son prochain film Paul. Vu qu’il y a Simon Pegg dedans, ce sera sûrement tout bon (on a adoré Run fatboy run, Hot fuzz, Big nothing, Shaun of the dead, …).

Le site de Paul, prévu en 2010 : What is Paul ?

Le site de Simon Pegg

El cine de terror teen está en coma irreversible, pidiendo a gritos renovarse o morir. Desde la triunfal trilogía de “Scream“, podría contar con los dedos de una mano (y me sobran) las películas que han igualado a ésta en lo que respecta a calidad. Desafortunadamente, “Negra navidad” no es la excepción que confirma la regla.

Basada en una rareza dirigida por Bob Clark (“Porky’s”) allá por los setenta, nos encontramos con uno de esos remakes que no tienen absolutamente nada en común con su homónimo, salvo el título y que ambos se desarrollan en navidad, lo cual se agradece siempre y cuando el resultado no sea un bodrio de semejante magnitud.

El reparto lo integran caras televisivas como las de Michelle Trachtenberg (la dulce hermanita de “Buffy, la cazavampiros”), Oliver Hudson (visto en “Dawson crece”) y Mary Elizabeth Winstead, quien repite a las órdenes de Glen Morgan, guionista de la divertida saga de “Destino final“.

Lo primero que sorprende de esta “Negra navidad” es su total ausencia de humor, algo inconcebible dada su premisa. Billy es un joven que crece atormentado por los constantes maltratos de su madre y a la sombra de su hermana, hasta que la noche de navidad decide zampárselas en forma de galletas, al calor del hogar.

Años más tarde, durante el aniversario de la muerte de su familia (casualidades de la vida), Billy huye de la celda de máxima seguridad donde está encerrado, sirviéndose de un bastoncillo de caramelo como arma homicida, y vuelve a casa por navidad cual indigesto turrón.

Al mismo tiempo, su casa se ha convertido en un improvisado picadero para la hermandad femenina que allí se congrega. Todo esto se nos cuenta de manera atropellada, por medio de flashbacks, que llaman al desconcierto y no hacen sino más que entorpecer la narración en su intento por disuadir al espectador de la tramposa identidad del asesino.

Morgan pone todo su empeño en distanciarse de la cinta original y lo consigue, para bien y para mal, tratando de justificar el odio de Billy hacia Santa Claus y eliminando así de un plumazo el elemento suspense. Para cuando empieza la acción, uno ya está cansado de contemplar este catálogo de muertes absurdas, que incluye estalactitas asesinas y árboles que atraviesan torsos humanos.

“Negra navidad” es un film que va de más a menos, cuyo interés es equiparable al del mensaje del Rey en nochebuena. Por si fuera poco, parece ser que la película ha sido censurada hasta la saciedad en nuestro país, así que ya ni eso queda. Si Hollywood sigue nutriéndose de revisitar clásicos como éste o “Prom night”, más nos vale que sus guionistas sigan en huelga indefinida por mucho tiempo.

15ª Participación para el concurso del DVD de Payasos Asesinos (Killer Klowns from Outer Space), reseña escrita por Manu Riquelme.

☺☺☺☺☺

L’apice dei teen movie si toccò nella Shermer High School in un sabato del 1984 quando un atleta, un teppista, una principessa, un secchione ed una ragazzina problematica si incontrarono per adempiere alla loro punizione scrivendo un tema sui desideri e le aspettative per il loro futuro. Qui l’incomunicazione iniziale si trasforma in cooperazione e i cinque scopriranno che in realtà a dividerli c’è solo una stupida etichetta.

Avvertenze:

Noi ci confrontiamo con gli altri sulla base di etichette che la società ci attribuisce dimenticandoci forse che tra noi ci sono più cose in comune di quanto il senso comune ci voglia far credere, forse è questo il messaggio del film. Famosa è la canzone che fa da colonna sonora alla pellicola Don’t You (Forget about Me) dei Simple Minds, come celebri sono i richiami e le citazioni tratti da questo film. E’ sempre un teen movie ma è degno di più di una visione.

Alla prossima pillola. 

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By Natasha Senjanovic – Hollywood Reporter

 Joe Dante returns to coming-of-age horror with the 3D film “The Hole,” which is essentially a psychological thriller imparting a lesson.

Teri Polo

Luckily, Dante and writer Mark L. Smith (“Vacancy”) never get too preachy with their message.

“The Hole” needs strong marketing to find its audience, however. Today’s adolescents, at whom the film is aimed, have grown up on more hardcore stuff and probably aren’t familiar with the director’s biggest hit, “Gremlins.” On the other hand, older Dante buffs may be turned off by a teen movie. But the ride is enjoyable, and there is enough camp, warmth and chills to make this a family film.

After their latest move around the country with their mother (Teri Polo), brothers Dane (Chris Massoglia) and Lucas (Nathan Gamble), along with their neighbor Julie (Haley Bennett), discover a bottomless pit in the basement of their new house. In reopening it, they unleash a mysterious, evil force that seems to haunt only those who have looked inside the hole.

Haley Bennett

Adults should figure out why before the kids do, as each character is forced to face his or her innermost demons. A moody teen terrified with unresolved family issues, Dane will have to protect the little brother he usually shuns, and Julie will make amends with a tragedy from the past. Gamble draws the short straw in his climax, in a sequence with a clown that never scares. Then again, a 10-year-old’s fears can only run so deep.

The young stars do fine with their material though they don’t always hit all the emotional notes. But that’s to be expected with the kind of life-changing catharses that can only happen in the movies. Massoglia looks like a young Zac Efron, if that’s not a contradiction in terms, and ably carries the film, while Bruce Dern is great in his cameo.

Chris Massoglia

The 3D is used to good effect, though maybe not enough. It’s great when we’re in the hole looking up at the characters or when a baseball is tossed in our faces, but “The Hole” would probably work just as well in 2D. The film’s finale benefits the most from the technique, in an off-kilter set straight that looks like a video game of “Alice in Wonderland.”

If you’re like me and always on the look out for a great 80’s teen movie, then I have got you covered. Because seriously, there is no greater 80’s teen movie than Teen Witch.

Yeah, yeah, The Breakfast Club is a masterpiece. As is Sixteen Candles. But here’s the problem – those movies are kind of too good. They stand up against the test of time. They have character development and semi-realistic plots. Which is fine, but not really what I’m looking for from a cheesy 80’s teen flick. 

No…If I’m going to watch an 80’s movie, I want it as cheesy as possible. And Teen Witch kind of has it all. It’s set in 1989, so the clothes are reeeaaallly bad (not even sort of wearable. Everyone is in neon and stupid hats…actually, it’s a little like walking down Bedford Ave in Williamsburg). It’s a rags-to-riches story about a geeky girl who gets crazy hot and is also a witch! She gets the hottest guy in school! Also, the entire soundtrack is bad pop, worse rap, and lots and lots of saxophone.

The movie is about a young girl, Louise Miller (played by Robyn Elaine Lively), who meets a psychic and is given a magic amulet. Then, because she’s 16, she casts a spell to make herself popular. From there everything plays out exactly how you’d expect – she lands the hot guy and is happy for a while, but ultimately regrets it because she loses her one true dorky friend, and doesn’t know if Brad truly likes her, yadda, yadda. Of course everything works out, and she and Brad reunite at the big dance. Is the plot going to keep you on the edge of your seat? Um, probably not. But this movie is all about the details.

First of all, there’s this amazing scene where Brad takes Louise to this abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, then lures her up the stairs by taking off his clothes. Then they totally do it (in what must be the least romantic setting ever)! Also, this is where the saxophone kicks into crazy overdrive. 

But perhaps the movie is most well known for the AMAZING rap that takes place. I mean, I have no words for this. It’s simultaneously the best and worst thing I’ve ever seen.

Oh man, it’s so incredible. How could you even need another reason to watch Teen Witch? 

Bon, les teen movie cette année, c’était un peu de la merde. Sexdrive (« Zomg cette bonnasse d’internet veut mon corps ! Traversons le pays pour me dépuceler ! ») et Miss March (« Zomg ma copine de lycée est devenue Playmate pendant que j’étais dans le coma ! Infiltrons Playboy Mansion pour me dépuceler ! ») se seront au final complètement plantés tellement ils étaient mauvais. J’étais en manque, prêt à regarder des direct to DVD pour satisfaire ma soif de teen movie. Quand surgit de nulle part Fired Up, un nouveau film avec un pitch à la con et aucun acteur connu. Pourtant, contre toute attente, contre toute notion de justice cosmique dans l’univers, Fired Up est drôle, très drôle. Forcément, pas de date de sortie de par chez nous, ne serais-ce qu’en vidéo. Qu’à cela ne tienne, j’ai kiffé ce film donc je vais le défendre !

Shawn et Nick sont les deux stars de l’équipe de foot de leur lycée. Ils sont tellement populaires qu’ils ont sauté la quasi-totalité des jolies filles de l’école, au point d’en oublier les prénoms de leurs conquêtes. Malheureusement pour eux, le camp d’entraînement d’été de l’équipe de foot va débuter, les condamnant à plusieurs longues et dures semaines sans sexe. C’est alors qu’ils entendent parler d’un camp d’entraînement pour pom-pom girls, où les seuls mecs sont tous gays. Il n’en faut pas plus pour les décider à rejoindre l’équipe de pom pom et voguer avec les jeunes filles en fleur jusqu’au paradis des bimbos. Sauf que Shawn va rapidement tomber sous le charme de la seule fille trop maligne pour ne pas se laisser avoir, pendant que Nick espère se faire la sexy quadra du chef de camp. Le tout sur fond de concours de pom pom à gagner. Awesome !

Effectivement, ce scénar, c’est de la merde. Mais il faut savoir qu’aux US of A, le film de cheerleader est un genre en soi (Bring It On est d’ailleurs référencé le temps d’une scène trop drôle pour être honnête). Tout les ingrédients du teen movie foireux sont là : la minorité ethnique qui fait des blagues avec son accent, le gay, la lesbienne, l’équipe rivale trop méchante, une figure de cheering impossible à réussir. Je veux dire, à ce stade, le script s’écrit juste tout seul. Mais bordayl pourquoi que c’est bien alors ? Fired Up parvient à maintenir un bon rythme de bout en bout, au point que malgré le fait qu’on sache déjà comme ça finit, on ne relâche pas notre attention. Les blagues sont souvent limites mais résistent au côté obscur, ne virant jamais dans le trash dégueu et facile. La vérité, c’est que Fired Up est bien, car au sein des contraintes du genre, il est plus qu’honnête.

Ou alors j’étais peut être stone quand je l’ai vu, mais j’en garde un excellent souvenir. A l’heure où la production de teen-movie se raréfie tant en qualité qu’en quantité, tout est bon à prendre.

Demain, on parlera de taille qui compte.

TRAILER STAGE !!!

iLoveMATCH = Rating 99 for Kristen Stewart & Robert Pattinson

Clearly Twilight is the biggest teen movie in the past year …and now everyone is looking forward to the next sequel “New Moon“.  I was wondering why those two looked like they were not acting and how they really looked passionate in the film.  Then, I just found out they were engaged.  Below is a detailed overview of their relationship and how the two energies combine and what they create, using something called synastry which is astrology based.  iloveastro has also come up with our own unique matching system which I will also include when analyzing.

Now unfortunately, there is no record (at least online) of the time of birth for Kristen or Robert, so this will not be perfect.  But, I can definitely see a connection here!!!!

Our iloveastro matching system gives them 99 points (that is pretty high) and without some aspects because of the time we don’t have makes room for it being even higher. They have a total of 8 KARMIC LINKS and 4 of them are hard or challenging.

*After Reading this analysis, please comment back on your personal take on their relationship and give them a rating 1-10  (I would like to see what you think?)

Ok….. here is the in depth analysis your waiting for…….

This part is the analysis of the passion, energy, and sex life.

Well first of all they have Sun/Mars combination (not only once – but 2x’s)this is one of their KEY CONNECTIONS because of it being doubled. This brings power conflict but as far as sex goes well this only enhances the passionate heavy nature they have.

They have Venus/Mars in an easy aspect which is the perfect combination for love and sex and it being in an easy aspect makes them actually be able to satisfy each other sexually and make it quite easy to fall into love making and it just feeling right if not even “perfect lovers” for each other.

They have a Mars/Pluto link that could be violent and aggressive, but thankfully they have it in an easy aspect so this would also increase the passion and aggression they have but not have it come out in a violent way.  Anything Pluto touches it intensifies it by 10 times over again! But here this can promote a very deep, and transforming relationship without too much overly aggressive behaviors.

Next let’s take a look at the overall purpose together and compatibility.

They have a Sun/Moon combination which is one of the MAIN aspects we look for in overall compatibility.  This produces a strong and enduring bond, no matter what!  This is found in most marriages that work.  Now although, they have this combination in a hard aspect it’s better to have the hard aspect there then not have this aspect or link at all.  The Sun symbolized the Self, or Yang or Male Ego part of ourselves, and the Moon symbolized the Female, Yin, Receptive part of ourselves.  Every man and women is looking for their other half because they need to balance these energies within their selves.  This is why this combination is soooo important!!!!  And interesting book that talk compares actual marriages with this combination appears in Carl Jung’s book called “Synchronicity”.

 They have the beautiful Sun/Venus connection which creates affection and respect toward each other.

The Sun/Saturn connection they have is one of the KARMIC ties they have.  Saturn can feel like a downer sometimes.  Saturn makes us feel responsible for the other person, like we owe them something.  But Saturn is also like “Glue” and it makes people stay together!  This is where you look to see the durability of the relationship.  They happen to have this aspect in a easy aspect so this help out a lot and makes the responsibility toward each other not that heavy and easier to deal with.  Here Robert plays the Saturian role, who will be the more responsible one or the teacher, the one who feels they owe something to Kristen.

They have Sun/Uranus which can cause a real need for freedom and an inability to commit and stay still but here they have ANOTHER easy aspect so it will come to them as just an exciting feeling they have for each other and the relationship.

They have a Sun/Neptune combination that is one of my personal favorites! This brings idealistic vision to the relationship and promotes spirituality.  There’s just something un-earthly and beautiful about it.  This combination can bring over idealism so there can be a disappointment when they find out they are human after all, but here again they have an easy aspect which will make the illusion of perfection not disastrous.

 Ok finally a hard aspect, Sun/Pluto.  This combination creates power struggles and manipulative goals.  This relationship will be a powerful one that transforms their inner being.

 Next Let’s Look At Their Ability To Communicate

Mercury/Mercury in an easy aspect would make these two able to understand and communicate with each other easily.  This aspect alone can help out many arguments, and gives the ability to be able to talk it out.

Mercury/Saturn combination creates problems in communication.  Usually this aspect can come off like one criticizes the others ideas. Although, it’s an inconjunct, (an inconjunct means the signs involved have NOTHING in common) this is not an easy aspect nor does it create too much energy to fix it.  And in this case Kristen gets to be SATURN, she will be the one who will most likely not approve of all of Roberts ideas.

Mercury/Neptune aspects can cause the ability to communicate spiritual and idealistic ideas to one another, this aspects is DOUBLED (so this extra emphasis to this aspect)

Mercury /Pluto combination gives a deep intensity to their communication. Although, this is in a hard aspect which means that there could be some manipulative communications involved as well.

 Next Let’s Look At Some of the Hard Combinations in Astrology; that can challenge the relationship hard.

The Mars/Saturn combination is called the One Foot on the Gas (MARS) while (SATURN) is looked at as One Foot on the Break.  You can see just by this saying how difficult this combination could be. Kristen and Robert have an easy aspect to this combination.  Thank goodness which show’s there will be an easy to moving ahead too fast and the moving will be done with caution and when it is time.

They have a Mars/Neptune connection; this creates Romantic Mystique and deceptive representation. This aspect is hard to say what way it will go because it is a conjunction which means it is in the same sign as one another.  Because of the energy the conjunction creates this one can go either way and the possibility of how it is used is up to them to get the best out of it. Let’s just say there is an opportunity to make it good.

Next Let’s Look at some of the harder KARMIC links in Astrology

They have Venus Square Saturn, Venus is what we attract including love and Saturn Restricts or makes anything it touches serious.  It being a square will have challenges included with it without a doubt because it is a square.  But, squares are not a bad thing, if the challenge can be met.  Saturn also is like glue whether it is in a good aspect or challenging. 

They have a Venus/Neptune connection which creates Heavenly, or Deceptive Love. Here they have an easy aspect so they will idealize their love of one another & here it looks like Robert idealizes Kristen more.

Now there are a few more Supporting Combinations worth mentioning, even though their effects are lessoned because they do not hit any personal planets…..

Jupiter/Neptune creates Expansive ideals, and Spiritual Quests they can pursue together

Jupiter/Pluto creates Expansive Growth to the Relationship as well as Empowerment.

I usually feel torn when trying to choose movies for Victoria to watch. Here is the thing she is 10, a really young age but she no longer loves those character Disney movies she used to. Don’t get me wrong she can watch Alice in wonderland 50 times and never get bored of it, but she is changing so fast, she craves for a more realistic play.We have watched almost every Harry Potter and some other good ones. But she is the biggest fan of Jack. So, when she heard that Tim Burton was having a new movie, she was the first one in line to see it…well the 3 of us…

Now, the funny thing about this movie is that except the blue hair that Coraline (not Caroline) wears; Victoria does looks amazingly like her, she is really skinny and tall, long long legs, short hair in the back, longer on the front, they are both lefties, and her whole character…I mean, the first time we watched my husband looked at me like, what the h… and I was as shocked..well I leave you with the trailer. It’s a great movie but for older kids whom would enjoy a daily  quote of sarcasm..

Today, I was bored. The summer is winding down and the anticipation of school beginning is murdering me inside. This results in every day seeming like an endless parade of nothingness. Today, though, when I woke up, I was determined to do something to entertain my demanding mind. I went to see Bandslam.

I was slightly concerned before I got to the movie, thinking the movie might end up being a horrible teeny bopper, disney knock off film. Fortunately, it wasn’t! Three words to describe Bandslam would be: light-hearted, inspiring, and quirky. The plot line follows the regular formula, but it is presented in a fresh way. The acting for the most part is decent, and I could be found many times giggling at the humor weaved throughout the movie. I will definitely buy the soundtrack.

*Partial thumbs up*

Et merde. Cette semaine, John Hugues est mort. Même pas soixante ans. Dommage qu’il ne soit pas plus reconnu chez nous. Faut dire que les films d’ados touchant et justes en France. Ouais, voilà quoi. Avec lui c’est la jeunesse des années 80 qui s’éteint. Je vous avais déjà parlé du Breakfast Club y’a un bon moment. Hier, dans un effort de faire mieux que la plupart des connards qui vous parlent d’un mec mort juste pour faire du trafic, j’ai commencé à regarder Sixteen Candles pour pouvoir en faire une note. Pas de bol, j’avais déjà vu un autre John Hugues y’a quelques mois, et il était mieux. Retour dans le temps, à une époque où Matthew Broderick n’était pas un has-been en grave surpoids, pour La Folle Journée de Ferris Bueller !

Ferris Bueller est en terminale. Sauf qu’aujourd’hui il a décidé de sécher allègrement tous ses cours en se faisant passer pour malade auprès de ses parents. Déterminé à profiter à fond de sa journée il entraîne avec lui sa petite amie et son meilleur pote pourtant bien paranoïaque. Les trois amis vont partir en virée dans Chicago pendant que le principal du lycée, persuadé que Bueller se fout de lui, va tout faire pour coincer le délinquant juvénile. Pour Ferris cette journée n’est pas sans enjeux. C’est son dernier véritable acte de défiance avec ses amis, avant que chacun ne parte dans une fac différente, pour de bon sur le chemin de la vie active. Et peut-être que d’ici la fin de la journée chacun aura appris quelque chose de beaucoup plus important que n’importe quelle matière enseignée à l’école.

Okay, d’accord, La folle journée de Ferris Bueller a pris un coup de vieux. C’est moins speed et déjanté que ce à quoi nous sommes habitués. Même si le film provient d’une époque où l’on pouvait dire «Fuck » au cinéma sans se faire censurer. Puis ça reste le truc qui a inspiré Parker Lewis bordayl ! Matthew Broderick était encore sympa, on y voit des filles en maillot et Charlie Sheen vient dire bonjour le temps d’une scène au commissariat. Puis tout l’intérêt du film, c’es la morale, comme quoi on apprend pas tout à l’école, que parfois il faut faire chier un peu le système pour vivre sa vie. J’aurais aimé être un petit con des années 80, être allé voir ça au cinéma, et ressortir avec une putain d’envie d’aller m’éclater avec mes potes. Ca devrait être foutrement pas mal.

C’est sûrement pour ça que tout le monde est bien deg’ que John Hugues soit au fond du trou, littéralement. On flippe d’avoir perdu un des rares adultes a avoir gardé son âme d’enfant, a avoir été capable de capturer ce que c’est que d’être adolescent. Heureusement qu’il me reste encore plein de ses films à boulotter.
Demain, je vous raconterai une histoire.

LINK STAGE !!!

Okay, ce lien à beaucoup circulé, mais l’histoire vraie d’une ado correspondante de Hugues, c’est trop awesome et touchant pour que je ne relaie pas à mon tour. Par là en anglais.

TRAILER STAGE !!!

Definitivamente el 2009 se está llevando por delante a lo más granado de nuestra cultura popular y pasará a la historia como un año negro, esto es así.

Me acabo de enterar de que se ha muerto John Hughes, director de cine y guionista especializado en teen movies (uno de los creadores del género y en cuyas obras se inspirarán muchos directores posteriores. Kevin Smith habla de él en alguna de sus películas, por ejemplo). Tenía 59 años y estaba paseando por Manhattan mientras acudía a visitar a unos familiares cuando le dio un infarto y murió, de manera un tanto cinematográfica, por cierto.

Entre su cinematografía se encuentran clásicos de la historia de las teen movies (y del cine en general) como “Sixteen Candles”, “Pretty In Pink” (en España “La chica de rosa”), “The Breackfast Club” (en España “El club de los 5″) o “Home Alone” (en España “Sólo en casa”). Sus películas sirvieron de trampolín a la fama (que posteriormente terminaría siendo una piscina vacía para algunos de ellos) a jóvenes estrellas como Macaulay Culkin, Molly Ringwald, John Cusack o Emilio Estevez.

No dudo que Hughes se ha ido directo al cielo del pop. La última vez que hablamos de él con motivo de la ascensión a las alturas poperas de Jacko, sólo contemplamos la hipotética vida eterna de músicos, pero seguramente por aquellos cielos campen a sus anchas algunos directores de cine, artistas y escritores cuyas obras ya eran patrimonio de la cultura popular, mundo pop. Como la de John Hughes.

“My generation had to be taken seriously because we were stopping things and burning things. We were able to initiate change, because we had such vast numbers. We were part of the baby boom, and when we moved, everything moved with us.”

-John Hughes.

RIP John Hughes.

Before actually entering high school, having no older siblings, I really thought that high school was going to be a lot like it was depicted in John Hughes’ movies.

And in some ways, yeah, sure, it was.

But maybe not nearly enough. Though I chalk that up to the general corniness of the 80s where Hughes did his best work and literally created the model for the modern teen film that took “young adults” seriously. And at the same time let them have their world of escape.

Back in 1999, Hughes spoke to Premiere magazine about how when he first screened The Breakfast Club for Universal, the studio executives hated it. “They said, ‘Kids won’t sit through it. There’s no action. There’s no party. There’s no nudity.’ But they were missing the one really key element of teendom, and that is that it feels as good to feel bad as it does to feel good. At that age, I remember, many times, staring out the window and feeling sorry for myself. ‘The whole world is against me. Nobody understands me.’ It’s a lot of fun. One of the great wonders of that age is that your emotions are open and fresh and raw. That’s why I stuck around that genre for so long.”

I didn’t love Ferris Bueller’s Day Off like others did. Actually, I much preferred it’s 90s television update, Parker Lewis Can’t Lose, but even I have to admit there’s something essential in the fantasy epic that is the life of Ferris Bueller, with his creepy best friend (who, once he gets down to the root of his problems, will become a much more interesting person than Ferris), and his incredibly foxy girlfriend who you know just has some kind of dangerous secret lurking beneath her sexy surfaces.

No bullshit: Mia Sara (though I was pretty crazy about Jennifer Grey’s character too) didn’t create them, but she certainly perfected both the ultimate girl masturbation fantasy of my early teens but also got me set down the possibly wrong path of the Hot, Cool Girlfriend Ideal, which, you have to admit, is at least more worthy than the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, right?

Drugs?

The death of John Hughes is absolutely heartbreaking. The fact that is was via heart attack is somehow poetically right. Think about this man and his oeuvre. And then try to think of another director who’s made the same quantity of harmless mainstream hits that can not only satisfy, but satisfy repeatedly, and have had a serious penetration of the zeitgeist.

A selection of his filmography as director (either as writer, director, producer, or some combo of the three):

The Breakfast Club.

Pretty In Pink.

Some Kind Of Wonderful (the reverse Pretty In Pink).

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Uncle Buck.

Weird Science.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.

Curly Sue.

Home Alone.

If I had to place myself, and this is sad, I’d say that I was at the right age demographic to appreciate the first Home Alone, back in 1990, the year after Tim Burton’s Batman. How tragic is it that my first exposure to something like Weird Science – which, and let’s get this straight: I’m not claiming is a great movie, or that any of these are great by any means, but a movie of a certain kind of value – is through the USA TV show version with Vanessa Angel.

And now I live in a generation, the first of many, that won’t ever understand the appeal of someone like John Candy. With people like Chris Farley and those who may have succeeded that niche, something was diluted and lost. And will continue to be. I’m writing this post-dental surgery and earlier in the dentist’s office as I was waiting for the sadist’s gas to wear off, two of the hot nurses were actually discussing John Candy. One asked the other to name a single John Candy movie. The young woman thought for a moment and then said, “Canadian Bacon?” I was shocked that A) she actually remembered that movie of all movies, and B) that was the movie, to her, that was quintessential John Candy.

Without John Candy the John Hughes of the world are practically extinct.

The same for the Molly Ringwalds of the world. (Or pretty much the entire cast of The Breakast Club, but especially Judd Nelson.) The normal, awkward girl who could be cool. The everygirl (if you identified with her, as opposed to Ally Sheedy). And you could learn that inside every girl that you see at every high school has a whole world of tragedy and comedy and emotions and insight living inside her if you actually took five seconds out of your day to actually discover her. And if you did, you’d probably discover that she was just dying to give her panties to a geek.

And that’s where John Hughes came in, giving a voice to the often voiceless. Setting up a caste system in high school that’s imitated in almost every teen movie from then til now, from 10 Things I Hate About You to Disturbing Behavior to Mean Girls: That scene where a character has to intro us to the weird stereotypes and cliques that are absolutely “unique” to this school and this school alone. The brain/geek, the closeted Jake Ryan, the bad boy, the sportos and waistoids, the princess, the spaz and/or basket case, and he made none of them tragic nor heroic. He just made them as real as the cinema and the audience could stand.

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O filme, dirigido pelo estreante Joel Gallen, é uma paródia sobre a febre de comédias adolescentes que invadiu os cinemas nos anos 90. A história se passa em um colégio dos Estados Unidos e traz uma turma de adolescentes, cada um com uma característica especial. Ou melhor, um defeito especial. Dentre os personagens inusitados está a garota esquisita que luta contra o preconceito de todos, pois quer se tornar uma artista rebelde e acha as outras estudantes estúpidas; Priscilla, a chefe da torcida que se acha simplesmente perfeita; o louro e convencido que tem um carrão e consegue tudo sem fazer o menor esforço; e, é lógico, o popular da escola, Jake, que o galã da galera , um verdadeiro ídolo, aquele que sempre faz as coisas certas e é admirado por todos. O roteiro, escrito por Buddy Johnson e Phil Beauman, mesma dupla de Todo Mundo em Pânico, conta também com a colaboração dos novatos e talentosos Mike Bender, Adam Epstein e Andrew Jacobson.

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“Hey brotha, you wanna get the mans foot off your kneck?”   this Hughes brothers classic from 1995 follows the life of a young teen graduating from high school ready to face the world during a turbulant vietnam war era. Rather than getting  off on a stereotypically racial standpoint the Hughes brothers focused more on the becoming of a man for young Anthony Curtis(larenz tate). The movie does a good job keeping with the 1960’s and 70’s feel, strongly due to one of the best soundtracks ever made and the simple visuals of classic cars and such. Though the filming can be summed up as average the thing that makes this movie a classic is the dialogue. DP is def the most quotably pleasing movie I have ever seen. Keith David, Chris Tucker, Bokeem Woodbine and even Therance Howard provide some of the best quotes ever. for example Kirby(keith david) has some of the most reusable quotes like “Thats y’alls muthafuckin punkass friend” and “thats uncle sam for ya, money ta boyn(<-thats not a typo thats how he says it lol) bokeem provides my favorite with the powerful”Hey doc Shut the Fuck up ya don’t know shit”and the comical chris tucker; rules one of my favorite seens with the ever so funny”now say some mo shit!! i’ll knock yo ass right back down… fake ass, wannabe preacher, no members havin muthafucka!!!!” ahahaaha oh the laughs. I love this movie hands down. If you haven’t seen it or just haven’t seen it lately… watch it, and see if you dont come away quoting somethin from it…..

this clip contains two of my favorite parts in the whole movie…enjoy

Retour en arrière, la bobine défile rapidement, un son accelérée strident incompréhensible passe à tout allure, retour en troisième à ce putain d’âge ingrat, à cette période qui pose des bases déterminantes pour la suite, ce moment de transformation et d’apathie merdeuse qu’on appelle l’adolescence. Recommencement, couloirs gris, lumière triste, néon accroché au dessus d’un tableau vert jamais propre, table en simili-bois bon marché, cours de récréation où personne n’est jamais est au milieu, obligation absolut d’être sur les côtés et de se regarder les uns les autres en se critiquant tout en voulant être ça ou ça de cet autre…

Assis dans une salle de ciné, je revois ces années défilées comme une sorte de flash-back naze qui ressemble à Hélène et les garçons ambiance Derrick dans ma tête pendant que je regarde Les Beaux Gosses de Riad Sattouf. Film inter-générationel, ce teen-movie français est un maxi best-of de souvenirs ados et d’une mise en image de ceux qu’on croise dans le métro ou dans la vie un peu partout. Une période loose utlime où on a une voix qui varit de Steevie Boulay à Barry White dans la même phrase, où vestimentairement on doit répondre à des codes spécifiques, où on vit plus une expérience mentale et psychologique que réele. Les beaux gosses sont deux potes, Hervé et Camel, qu’on suit pendant quelques semaines de l’année scolaire. Une période où les pulsions sexuelles deviennent encombrantes,  où de trouver une copine est le seul interêt vital et où on essaye de faire les adultes alors qu’on a encore des réminiscences d’enfance qui traine dans le coin.
Si on analyse le film au premier degré, sans se rappeler de cette époque, en y cherchant un reflet personnel uniquement, sans essayer de coller des comportements similaires à des potes qu’on a eu, le film n’a aucun intérêt et peut être critiqué comme cliché et inutile. Deux qualificatifs qui sont parfaits pour résumer ces années où personne n’est en période de gloire, où l’on n’a en mémoire que des délires nuls avec des copains, des râteaux, des réflexions existentielles complètement dingues, des engueulades absurdes à cause de l’autorité parentale et l’impression qu’on a le cœur en artichaut. Il y a des très bonnes répliques (“C’est trop crypto-fasciste c’que tu me demandes là.“), des moments d’intimités qui sentent le vécu, une vie de bahut représentative d’une certaine réalité et un tempo particulier assez spécifique à l’adolescence. Les acteurs sont très bons, ont la gueule de l’emploi et les guests à droite à gauche sont vraiment funs.

Un film qu’on peut éviter, loin d’être un chef d’oeuvre, plus proche du téléfilm très bonne qualité qu’un objet de culte cinématographique, les beaux gosses est marrant et redonne, pendant une heure vingt, 16ans et ses problèmes qu’on trouve tellement futiles qu’on est un peu plus âgé. Ceux qui cherche à trouver du Larry Clark ou du Gus Van Sant vont être très déçu (il n’y pas d’enfants nus qui se touchent ou font des actes sexuelles avec leurs parents, le tout filmé façon faussement arti… désolé), les beaux gosses sont plus proches d’American Pie mais façon les Sous-Doués ou P.R.O.F.S avec Patrick Bruel et Fabrice Luchini que de Ken Park ou Elephant.
Ce qui est très amusant lorsqu’on parle du film, c’est de voir que tout mon entourage n’a pas un souvenir autre que looser de cette période. Soit je suis entouré de nazes du collège comme moi soit les winners de l’époque étaient en fait eux aussi dans une attitude de perdants qui se la pétaient pour compenser un mal être.
Biactol et poussée hormonale au programme, je suis bien content d’avoir passé ce cap mais j’en garde une pointe de nostalgie tout de même… “souvenirs souvenirs” comme dirait la chanson de Johnny… Ah…

Pour illustrer cette période creuse, vous pouvez toujours acheter les BDs de Riad Sattouf, mais je voulais mettre le pilote des Puceaux qui m’avait bien fait rire lors de sa sortie.

Les Puceaux
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El domingo pasado tuve el dudoso placer de asistir a parte de los conciertos gratuitos organizados con motivo del Día de la Música Heineken (si, con el nombre de la marca, porque ahora ya no existe nada en el mundo que no lleve el nombre de una multinacional, ya sean teatros, salas de conciertos, “Días de” o lo que sea. Y sí, lo digo claramente: menuda mierda). Si no me puse de más mala ostia (y por lo tanto insoportablemente pesada para mis pobres acompañantes) fue porque la noche del sábado había sido intensa y no estaba para muchos sobresaltos, pero vamos, la ocasión lo merecía.

Empezando porque los conciertos se celebraban en la plaza del Maremagnum, que no es otra cosa que un centro comercial que para más inri abre todos los domingos, incluido este. Así que a partir de las 7 de la tarde comenzó a producirse una curiosa mezcla de familias, nens, flamenquillas con aros de oro, modernos, resacosos, poperos y marujas digna del National Geographic, a la que le daba igual 8 que 80, los Templeton que Hombres G, es gratis y en un centro comercial, venga vamos. Yo llegué a mitad del concierto de Christina Rosenvinge, la cual me hizo llegar a las siguientes conclusiones (venía rumiándolas desde tiempo atrás, pero ahora se confirmaron):

• Mola más en disco que en directo
• Es para verla en un sitio pequeño y preferiblemente, sentado. De pie, un domingo y en un centro comercial, aburre hasta a las piedras
• Como el sonido sea malo, se hace evidente una voz bastante tocada
• A su edad quiero estar tan buena como ella. De hecho, ahora quiero estar tan buena como ella
• El día que toque “Hago ¡Chas!…” el público se volverá loco y triunfará de verdad otra vez

Pero el plato fuerte llegó al terminar la Rosenvinge, después de descubrir que la marca de cerveza amante de la música cobraba 7 euros por un mini de cerveza (de lo del trabajo de cervezaman no pienso ni hablar). Llegó el momento de Vetusta Morla, ese grupo. Triunfaron y a su favor he decir que pocas veces he visto al público tan entregado en Barcelona, generalmente la gente parece patrocinada por Frudesa y esta vez lo dieron todo, cantaban y hasta alguno levantaba las manos. ¿En contra? esos tics del cantante imitando a Thom Yorke, algunas letras, una actitud que no me creo, el mainstream indie. No llegan a atacarme los nervios como otros y no puedo negar que les tengo algo de respeto, así que lo dejaremos en un moderado “a mi no me gustan mucho”.

Lo que si me ha gustado han sido las dos recomendaciones que me ha hecho Enid M., esa gurú cultural, que bien conocedora de mis gustos me ha recomendado un grupo y una película que aunque en principio no tienen nada que ver, al final lo tienen todo. Por un lado, el grupo “Passion Pit”, una mezcla entre The Postal Service, Ok Go! y MGTM. Surge del intento de Michael Angelakos de ligarse a su novia (vamos, que lo consiguió) regalándole unas canciones. El nombre del grupo viene de una peli porno y puedo adelantar sin miedo a equivocarme que van a ser uno de los pelotazos del verano. En septiembre lo comprobaremos.

Por otro, la película “Nick and Norah’s infinite playlist”, que como principales atractivos tiene a Michael Cera como protagonista y buena música, además de tratarse de una película para adolescentes indies, uno de mis géneros favoritos. El argumento es una chorrada monumental que gira entorno a los temas clásicos de “chica conoce a chico”, “chico nerd-pero-guay está enamorado de una zorra asquerosa”, “chica inteligente y guapa en el fondo se hace la dura” y así hasta cubrir todos los ingredientes de la teen movie. Pero es entretenida, la banda sonora está muy bien, sale el Cera (¡qué majo!), los protagonistas no son idiotas del todo, salen borrachos, vomitan por las esquinas y tienen sexo de principiantes, que es lo que hacen los adolescentes de verdad y no lo que reflejan la mitad de las pelis americanas destinadas a este tipo de públicos. Obviamente se trata de una peli yanki, así que casi todo está justificado por unos sentimientos supuestamente más elevados que el calentón adolescente pero está bien, todos queremos que nos vendan motos y a veces, hasta pasa de verdad.

¿Qué tienen que ver el grupo y la peli? pues que los dos son un poco nerds, adolescentes y unos podrían haber hecho la banda sonora de la otra.

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T.M.I. blog from July 2008.

In the midst of the escalating homegrown youth scare, where you can’t exit your front door without a puncture wound to a main artery. Allegedly. Historically (and without undermining the real tragedy at the core) this all-encompassing paranoia has made for classic films and imagery. Channel 4’s recent kids and weaponry season packed and pulled a few punches in equal measure.

Looking back a few decades, ‘yob’ culture was documented in such a gloriously trashy way, you can’t help but get dewy eyed for the days of Matt Dillon and company getting passionate in ‘Over The Edge’ for the survival of their youth club (the Huey Newtons of the game compared to Shabba Doo and company five years later in Breakdance 2, fighting the same cause by dancing – but Shabba did choreogaph Three 6 Mafia, so it’s all good) in America’s dullest community – New Granada. It’s not dated too badly – YouTube riddled blog entries will become obselete a lot quicker.

Apparently based on a real-life incident, reported in the newspaper article, ‘Mouse Packs: Kids on a Crime Spree’ that’s sadly, impossible to find online, it captures youthful energy and the anarchic byproduct of boredom perfectly.

And in the education system itself, 1982’s ‘Class Of 1984′ only had to look two years into the future to a world where bizarrely dressed youths carried weaponry to school and blared Fear and Teenage Head records before commiting serious assaults. Total b-movie-ism, but a banger that loses it’s shine on these shores in favour of John Hughes’ wisecracking rites of passage.

From the streets, to the educational institutions to behind bars, before Sean Penn made films where he pulled anguished faces and brooded, he was in classics like 1983’s ‘Bad Boys’ where he scuffled with the bad guy from ‘Highlander’ and fertilizer filled radios explode and kill. Note the sensationalist tone of all three trailers.

Two great surly punk-related interviews that can replace the rinsed-out Pistols on Grundy, is members of Agnostic Front, Youth Of Today and Cro Mags on ‘Donahue’ in 1986, and John Lydon and Keith Levine annoying Tom Snyder in 1980. A time before Lydon became a sneering pantomime villain, and had the bulgy-eyed delivery down to an artform.

And to this day, the papers are still demanding that young ‘hoodlums’ are scared straight. Check the footage of youths sent to a maximum security prison from the 1978 documentary ‘Scared Straight’ – with added greatness courtesy of Peter Falk. All hugely entertaining, and this self-congratulatory ‘20 years on…’ footage conveniently omits to mention that participant Angelo Speziale had gone and commited a murder a few years after filming, for which he’d be convicted in 2007. Doh!

But the realness, is the 1984 documentary ‘Streetwise’ – filmed in Seattle, following the lives of a crew of homeless kids. It’s poignant and depressing, but hasn’t been bettered and deserves an official screening beyond ten flash video chapters but it’s better than nothing.

Based, again, on an article, in this case, Life Magazine’s ‘Streets Of The Lost’ – a piece written by Cheryl McCall and photographed by Mary Ellen Clark, which led to a recently republished book, it’s harsh but briliant. And much like ‘Scared Straight’ there’s darker, unfilmed follow-up stories, like that of Roberta, who ended up a victim of the city’s Green River Killer.

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen
★★ / ★★★★

This teen flick could’ve been satirical and I would’ve liked it a lot more. Lindsay Lohan stars as a girl who recently moves to New Jersey and craves to be the center of attention. Along the way, she meets Alison Pill, a goody-two-shoes who, through her interactions with Lohan’s character (and running around New York for a night), was able to find the confidence within herself to be different. I didn’t like the fact that this movie took the safe route way too many times. I know it’s supposed to be a teen flick but superior teen movies have a certain edge. Take “Mean Girls,” for instance. That film has the bravada to know when to push toward certain situations where the characters can truly learn something about themselves. In here, though Lohan’s character claims that she learned a handful of things by the end of the film, I didn’t believe it for one second. I still thought she was a selfish girl who tells lies on top of one another in order to feel important. There was one scene that I thought was really good: When Pill’s character finally confronted the teenage drama queen for being a brat who would rather live in a fantasy world than in reality. I like Lohan despite her personal life because she can really act. However, for me, Pill stole the show here because she has that certain sparkle in her eyes that makes me want to get to know her character more. I thought Eli Marienthal’s character was very underdeveloped considering he’s the “reality” romantic interest of Lohan. Without him, the movie would’ve been the same. Carol Kane, as the director of the play, was annoying at best. She played character with such stupidity, I don’t even know where to begin. I did see some potential in this film and I chuckled here and there. However, it’s too all over the place and soft in its core. You should see “Mean Girls” or “Heathers” instead.