I don’t work with enough nerds my age.
My “Truffle shuffle” jokes generally fall flat, and I’ve completely given up going for the “Bog of Eternal Stench” reference…even if something does, “Smell BAD!”
Coming of age in the 80’s nurtured the nerd soul like no other decade ever has.
The 70’s was too cheese.
The 90’s too flannel.
For the nerd, much of the 80’s beauty is intimately tied to a brilliant catalog of coming of age movies. Nostalgia’s a tricky thing though–try to watch the Karate Kid today and the intimidating Cobra Kai will inspire more giggles than gasps. I suppose this is natural.
That said, the film’s charm remains. Perhaps it’s simply age, but I can’t imagine another The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, PeeWee’s Big Adventure, Labyrinth…or The Neverending Story.
Granted, they’re not all technically coming of age stories–but the teen protagonists were charming and accessible in a way that is lost. Lost in a crowded, derivative, and progressively more insipid youth culture.
Something is lost in pop-culture, but rather than mourn the loss–a meaningless and rather curmudgeonly use of my time–I’ll spend my time dabbling in nostalgia, by compiling a huge Netflix queue to work through with Baby Indy.
In that exercise my Luck Dragon jokes will, at minimum, have an audience of one.