Revisiting…

The Lost Boys

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Years since last seen: 20

What are your favourite films? Make a list. I can almost guarantee that there will be films on it that you haven’t seen for years. You’ve changed dude. Are you sure you still like them? Maybe you’ve grown out of them. We are incredibly faithful to our cultural tastes as teenagers, even when the evidence of the bad choices we regularly made about our hair and our clothes at that age are freely available in our parents’ photo albums. We can all see that the faded denim jacket isn’t the best thing we ever wore. Maybe, just maybe, The Lord of the Rings isn’t the best book we have ever read. Maybe it’s the book that had the biggest influence on you as a reader, the book that changed your life, and at the same time, actually, when it comes down to it, a bit rubbish. Maybe Moonraker or Moonwalker or Willow or Krull was great or awful or average. Who knows. You are allowed to change your mind about these things. It’s ok to grow. It’s ok to change your mind. That’s the idea behind Revisiting… Looking back and having a think.

Lost Boys is perhaps the perfect start to this experiment. It will always have a place in my heart because it was one of the films I recorded off the television (on VHS, because I am an old) and watched most weeks. As a teenager I thought it was, like, dead cool. The last time I watched it was as a student. I thought it was crap. But is it dead cool or is it crap? Or is it both?

It’s neither. There are moments of coolness and crapness but it’s mostly it’s just fun. Yes, nostalgia did occasionally blur my impartiality – there were moments where I found myself mouthing the dialogue (“My own brother, a God-damn shit sucking vampire!” “…but you must feed.” “They’re only noodles Michael.”) And yes, I did gain some pleasure from spotting pop culture references (OMG, Max is Lionel Deerfield off of The Good Wife!). But, the majority of the pleasure comes from a handful of excellent performances – Keifer Sutherland, Alex Winter, Barnard Hughes, Corey Feldman, Jamison Newlander, and especially Corey Haim are all great in this, oozing magnetism and having fun with a script packed with great lines. There were a few things I hadn’t noticed or had forgotten too – things like Keifer’s tear in the caves (that’s a bit vague but I’m trying to avoid spoilers here) and the delivery of the last line being far less throwaway than I remembered – that gave the film a depth and a sadness I wasn’t expecting.

Also, it is this 80s…

Worth revisiting? Heck yes.