MOVIE: The Breakfast Club (1985)

“Saturday, March 24,1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us – in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.” With these exact words coming out of Anthony Michael Halls’ character Brian Johnson’s mouth, the movie opens. There is this theory of mine that if you’d mute the whole movie after this intro and see it for the first time, you’d still exactly know what happened during all of the dialogues (90% of this movie – maybe even more – is based on dialogue, which doesn’t really bother me, but if you’re into flashy modern movies this might be a tough one to watch).

Luckily, the idea of the movie isn’t too hard to swallow. The Breakfast Club is a coming of age story about five teens from Shermer High School whom all have a total different background (we’ve got Little Miss Perfect (Claire – played by Molly Ringwald), The Jock (Andrew – by Emilio Estevez), Mister Smarty Pants (Brian – played by Anthony Michael Hall), Emo Kiddo (Allison – played by Ally Sheedy) and Rocker/Tough Boy (John – played by Judd Nelson)), but are forced to spend a whole Saturday together – in the most boring place ever: the school library – since they’re put on detention by school principal Richard Vernon (played by Paul Gleason). As teenagers, when they are told not to do something: they do it. So of course the club breaks out of the library to go home again and fail. After finally resigning themselves in their shared unfortunate situation they decide to bond a little bit and make the most of their day.


And like I said the synopsis itself doesn’t really sound like a tearjerker, but don’t judge a book by it’s cover (or for this matter: a movie by it’s synopsis). Because that’s where the strength of the movie lays. It’s strong in all it’s simplicity. The dialogues are greatly written and performed by a brilliant cast. It isn’t any wonder though, since The Breakfast Club was directed by the biggest director of 80’s high school movies EVER: John Hughes. Hughes is also the mastermind behind the movies Sixteen Candles and Ferris Bueler’s Day Off. Both movies are quite similar to The Breakfast Club, as they all are about teen life and all the problems they endure while living it. And on another more personal note: Hughes is, together with Tarantino, Luhrmann and Ritchie, one of my favorite directors. He treats teens and their ideas and views with respect, which I admire since a lot of directors sometimes, consciously or unconsciously, mock teens when they’re making a high school movie. Hughes lets them speak their minds through his terribly accurate scenes and makes them feel like he understands them.

As if this article wasn’t enough to convince you to see this movie, Molly Ringwald also makes obscene gestures. Yay!

So, forget High School Musical, forget 10 Things I Hate About You (al though that movie is fucking great though), forget The Lizzie McGuire Movie, forget Bring it On: this is the real deal. This is when it all started. The Brat Pack (click the link for further information) makes your average heartthrob look like shit.

If you are not convinced yet, watch the trailer:

If you have already watched the movie or watched it after we told you so, then let us know your opinion in the comment box below or tweet us at @WeAreGlazed!

Lots of love,


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