I remember it as one of the most optimistic times of my life. A lot of it had to do with my age at the time, but it’s probably the one time in my life where I went through each day knowing that tomorrow was going to bring something better.
“I went through each day knowing that tomorrow was going to bring something better.”
That perfectly sums up the 80s/Reagan for me. To a ‘T’.
And for movies, Charlie Sheen, before everyone knew what a space cadet he was, was fantastic. The Brat Pack stuff as well. I find it funny how many times Hollywood has conceptually gone to the 80s well, if not straight re-dos, and fails miserably every time. There have been a few ‘spiritua;’ remakes of Pretty in Pink/Breakfast Club and they never work. Why? Probably because of the ‘innocence’ thing I mentioned earlier. Kids/younger people today are too jaded to relate. Plus the acting leaves a lot to be desired.
Unles the sex/nudity can be called acting. In that case they all need Oscars today. Not that I’m totally opposed to nudity in films but come on. It’s gotten ridiculous.
Yep.
It is obviously difficult to separate being in your 20s from deciding what were the best times of your life, and so the '80s were the time I float back to in my daydreams. The music, the hope, the optimism.... In the early '80s I was in the Marines and Reagan was my Commander-in-Chief. Then came marriage, kids, a new house.. The economy was roaring back to life and the sky was the limit. Morning in America was warm and sunny.
And now I'm making myself sick thinking about pushing 60, the era of the Kenyan communist Ubama, the sodomization of the military, the celebration of depravity, the handing over of a nation to third-world, next-gen, Democrat parasites, and the irreversible decline of America.
Whoop-de-freaking-do..
As the great Rodney Dangerfield once said, "Death, where is thy sting?"