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Ferris Beuller and The Breakfast Club struck a teenager genetic chord that I apprently lack.
If forced to pick one I'd go with Ferris Beuller but it wouldn't be a happy choice. Actually if I had to pick one of the trio of movies that were taken as proof that god loves us and bestows gifts upon us during my junior high/high school years and yet I despided (because Satan loves me) I'd pick Heathers as the most watchable.
That last sentence is the most beautifully constructed of all time. I must forward it on to Edmund Burke so he'll be overwrought with jealousy.
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