Okay, so there was this rumor going around for a while that they were making a sequel of the classic 80's movie Heathers. The original cast were supposed to be on board and they were in the process of writing. My heart missed a beat...until I found out it was all just some crack-induced delusion of Winona Ryder.
The reason I was so disturbed (frothing at the mouth more like) was because Heathers was one of my all-time fave movies when I was younger. It ranks up there with Pump up the Volume, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Footloose, or the Breakfast Club. I didn't want to see a terrible, sad remake with an aged cast (which seems to be Hollywood's M.O. these days).
Looking at my film preferences you can see that I love the bad boy.
See, looking at my relationships past, you will see a line of upstanding, law abiding, sometimes sarcastic, but otherwise WHOLESOME young men with bright futures (whether they chose to do anything with those futures is another story). I never dated "the bad boy" or "the rebel," much as I might have fantasized about it. Of course, my high school days were during the apathetic mid 90s when people were too busy experimenting with drugs to be rebels.
Back in the late 80s and very early 90s there were two actors who (to me) were the poster boys of dangerous sex; Christian Slater and Judd Nelson (up until 1987). I still think to this day that if I were in the movie Heathers and the school was about to be blown up, I would be down on that boiler room floor enjoying me some Christian Slater in his prime. Arguably some of his finest work. I have no time for that touchy feely stuff he did later like Bed of Roses. His role in Interview with the Vampire was sorely underrated, but I can understand the distraction as that movie was one big hottie parade.
Ah, what is it about the bad boys that get to us girls? They are just so damn tempting, especially when we're in high school. I know when a woman gets older (trying not to look at my driver's license here), she starts to look for the "ready to settle down guy" or "the dependable guy", and poor bad boy has to drive off on his Harley all alone, or retire his bad boy jacket. But when you're young and your whole life is ahead of you, all you want is a little dangerous sex with the bad boy. Actually, even when you're old, married and settled down, I think in their hearts women can still appreciate the bad boy. I hope when I'm in my late 70s I'll STILL think Christian Slater was pure sex when he said, "Just look inside yourself and you'll see me waving up at you, naked, wearing only a cock ring. "
There aren't really any bad boys in Hollywood right now amongst the younger generation. Maybe the lack of dangerous sex guys is why I'm losing interest in Hollywood movies. I mean we still have Johnny Depp, but he's become a quiet, papparazzi avoiding family man. Pitt is also "the ready to settle down guy" now with Angelina and their litter of children. Where have all the bad boys gone? Please, please don't bring up guys like Zack Efron (a.k.a lip gloss) or Robert Pattinson (or however you write his last name, I don't care enough to google it)! The young men of today are too...metrosexual to be bad boys. I mean the waxed eyebrows, the gelled hair, the over-thought outfits, the make up, that is NOT dangerous sex. The closest today's youth can get to being bad boys is when they reach their seventh DUI or attack some reporter while fucked up on something. Please.
Now I can sympathize with my parents and grandparents who rhapsodize about the good old days and how things were always better in their youth. The bad boys of the late 80s and early 90s were the end all and be all of their genre. There will never be another Christian Slater who gets you excited just by staring sexily from across a cafeteria, no Judd Nelson swearing at authority figures, even Sean Penn had a few steamy moments in his younger acting days that I will never forget (go watch Bad Boys if you haven't seen it yet).
Yes, the only way I can enjoy bad boys now is by the magic of DVDs. Since I just finished watching Heathers again for the millionth time, let me say, "Christian Slater, I salute you!"
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