Saturday, June 4, 2011

'American Graffiti'

An extremely sentimental and unrealistic of the United States in the early 1960s. I have no problems with sock hops, waitresses on roller skates and hot rods. However, that's like saying Huckleberry Finn was about a raft.

The 1960s -- the so-called good ol' days -- were no different than the present nor where they probably much different from the 1890s. You had teenagers doing dumbass shit and older people not understanding why teenagers are dumbasses. Trade drag racing for texting. Swap out the hamburger joint for Facebook. It's all the same. ]

We want to believe that decades past were "better." George Lucas, I think, surely wants us all to think this after watching American Graffiti. It's sentimental bullshit. The calvacade of early rock and roll, the outfits, obsession with sex and cars. How inane. How dumb.

Meanwhile, all these poor shits would soon be shipped to Southeast Asia and have their guts blown all over the map, the counterculture was already in full swing and it would only grow as the 1960s rolled along. American Graffiti is not a time capsule or a homage to a "better time" as much as its lipstick on a pig.

Plus, it's slow, poorly written and monstrously directed. But it is George Lucas.

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