The Breakfast Club...on Steroids.

Post World War II the 1960s introduced the concept of generational gaps. In the 1980s a film like The Breakfast Club (a personal fav) brought parent/child conflict into sharp focus. This little nugget though...OMG! If we ever get to this point we're ALL better off in animal skins huntin' down our dinner with our bare hands. Sayonara civilization.

All in all a really, really good film in the end. GREAT cast...in BOTH what the exit credits term the 'adults' and the 'young adults'. The suburbia feel had an 'Edward Scissorhands' sort of unreality (or insanity perhaps) about it. And I adored the use of the old Crosby, Stills and Nash song 'Our House' over the closing credits. Very cool...

More importantly, in regards to my rediscovery of Camilla Belle's acting career, this is (IMHO) her finest pure 'acting' role I've yet found (though that may change once I work my way thru an Amazon mailing of 'Prada' and 'Ballad of J&R'). The camera caught her face well on a half dozen occasions and CamB exhibited humor/disdain in those fine scenes with her on-screen mother. I just wish the writers hadn't forced her to repeat "Billy, get off of him!" on three separate occasions during the film.

In addition, CamB was as physically appealing in this as she's ever been (although that Amazon mailing previously referred to DOES include 'Adrift' so my opinion may change). I loved it when the kidnapped boy told her she was nice 'to look at' when she was sleeping. And the opening sequences in the cafeteria really established just how exquisite her face and figure can be (both in close-up and wide shot). Sigh.

Really good film. Gave it a nine. Cheers!

"What's wrong with a little good, clean violence?"