The older I get the more Ferris Bueller comes across like a massive cunt.
Still, this is probably my favourite John Hughes movie and one that had an especially potent impact on teenage me. Looking at it through cinephile eyes I’m always struck by the visual aspects. Not just the comedy (though the visual gags are stellar) but the invention in the cutting and framing. Hughes’ confidence in just letting the film be its own thing, complete with musical interludes and extended asides that feel as close to experimental cinema that something this mainstream and light can get, demands to be celebrated. The entire museum sequence is practically the whole film distilled into two avant garde minutes. It’s still bracing in a “you can do that?” kind of way. It’s just a damn good time at the movies, man. Killer soundtrack too.
Watched on blu-ray