Though The Breakfast Club and its predecessor, Sixteen Candles, are now revered as cornerstones of the 80s, I have to say that I haven't caught the vision after a viewing of the former.
Nothing interesting happened, the casting wasn't believable (no offense to Molly Ringwald), and there was a lot of crying. Way too much crying. That said, it was probably a movie that needed to be made. Cautions against consumerism, the disillusionment of our youth, and the fight against stereotypes are always important themes.
Hughes went on to write a multitude of films including Beethoven (parts 1 through 5), Home Alone (parts 1 through 4), and the recent flop Drillbit Taylor. Just sayin'....
The Breakfast Club (1985)
