Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

all white faces at new trier high school, john hughes film trademark, vanilla chicago, the only actors of color that i can recall were the two guys who took the red ferrari for a joy ride, but this isn’t a political poetic meandering, only painting the picture, backdrop if you will, matthew broderick, that envious grin, i always win, and rooney, who always loses in pursuit of bureaucratic justice, pick and choose your nuance, warm gummy bears, sausage king abe froman, voodoo economics, student drool, these are ornaments, but the narrative throughline wears a redwings jersey, we are talking about sickly cameron, neglected cameron, angry cameron, by product of capitalism gone too far, this part gets dark, like that molly ringwald/judd nelson tension, like collapsing into a pool, like killing a car, and perhaps this is the whole point of the film, have fun, enjoy wealth, but if your kid is sick, urge them to wrap a hot towel around their head, shows you care.

Meet the Beatles!

john, george, paul, and ringo, peering out of the darkness, capitol records, 1964, my first glimpse of the british sensation, a window into my mother’s 20-something obsession. as a kid how could anyone not love i want to hold your hand? then, 1986, matthew broderick on a chicago float, twist and shout, later, revolver here, there, and everywhere, first snow in early december maine, young love in the air. and i still listen to do you want to know a secret? but it all goes back to my mom playing that album, dancing like the 1960’s never ended.