I dunno Aimee. In a lot of 80s movies, clothing was used to demonstrate character, especially a change in character. Like Working Girl. It was all haircuts and designer suits as self-empowerment.

I loved so much of The Breakfast Club, but could never fathom why anyone would actually prefer to look like that.

It was a puzzlement.

I dunno Aimee. In a lot of 80s movies, clothing was used to demonstrate character, especially a change in character. Like Working Girl. It was all haircuts and designer suits as self-empowerment.

I can see that as an 80's movie thing. I guess I have the luxury of not having seen the movies when they were released, I saw them when I was in my twenties, when I already possesed several personalities in my closet, so I just attributed it to that.

That's my favorite moment in the whole damn movie.

I do like that moment. It's up there with the Cap'n Crunch/pixie sticks/white bread sandwich.

My favorite is Brian telling what he did to get detention.

Or Claire giving Bender her diamond earring.

And now I think I need to go and find a DVD of Some Kind of Wonderful, because I love it almost as much as The Wicked Lady.

::reflects::

I suppose it may be no coincidence that both contain girls who dress as/like boys, although they're very different films.

If you like the gender benders, Just One of the Guys is great.

If you like the gender benders, Just One of the Guys is great.

Oh, yeah! And Clayton Rohner (the crush guy) is also in Modern Girls-which I loved.

I also loved Secret Admirer and Wild Thing.

Sweet niece and new nephew shot: [link]

There's a Duckie-centric version of Pretty in Pink coming out?!?!???

!!!!!

::ded of the Duckie love::

(Yes, I, too, over-identified with Duckie. Massively.)

I've never seen Footloose.

I don't particularly want to.

Oh. My. God. I think I watched that movie every single time it came on cable if I was (1) home and (2) awake. Between that and Raiders of the Lost Ark, there was one summer where those were pretty much the only things I watched.

I also have managed to avoid seeing Dirty Dancing in its entirety.

See, I think Dirty Dancing is incredibly cheesy (once again, the power of DANCE has saved the day!), but it's like my kryptonite. If I flip past it on cable, I am compelled to watch it through to the cheesy end.

I can't watch Dirty Dancing anymore. I just ... can't. I think I overdosed on it first time around. Although Baby practicing on the steps down to the hotel proper is still kind of cute.

Pretty in Pink, now, or The Breakfast Club ... oh, the love. I could watch Duckie doing "Try a Little Tenderness" every. damn. day.

And Ferris Bueller ! Fay, was it you who hasn't seen it? Because, man, you have to. So good.

Sandy totally sold out for Danny, for instance. I don't care what was left in her closet.

Sold out, and put out. It was so clear -- "Well, he'll love me if I finally spread my legs." The sad thing is, we watched that movie dozens and dozens of times in fifth grade, and never thought a thing about it except, "Awww! Sandy and Danny are finally together!" Barf.

::scurries off to queue up 80s movies in my brand spanking new Netflix account::