Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Speaking of WRONG films, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Jesus fucking Christ, I wanted to punch Matthew Broderick in the face repeatedly with a blunt instrument. How can you be such a whiny jerkoff?

The rest of the characters aren’t much better.

The sister saves him from bitter humiliation in the end, against all she showed in the rest of film, because of her epiphany of meeting Charlie Sheen in the police station.

His best (only?) friend takes the heat for the Ferrari, even though he hates his guts.

The girlfriend looks more interested in the best friend, but stays with him nonetheless.

The parents are died-in-the-wool suburbia dwellers, dumb as bricks.

Even the principal is treated as a mere butt monkey.

Am I supposed to empathise with the Marty Stu protagonist? I’d rather eat my own shit.

I found this film unbelievably horrible, much worse than American Pie, which is the closest I can think of, at least in philosophy.

The soundtrack, on the other hand, is truly great. Pure distilled 80’s. Yello!


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