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09.13.20 | 732 pm call it the covid-induced nostalgia or the mid-life crisis i'm clearly in the midst of, but i had the gumption to download a bunch of 90s movies i remember adoring. the other night, i sat down and watched Pump Up the Volume starring Christian Slater in all his squinty-eyed glory. again, it may be the nostalgia rose-colouring my vision, but that movie really held up and for about 90 minutes in the middle of 2020 i was once again an angsty, rebellious teenager desperately wanting to speak truth to power and disrupt the system. wait... am i not that usually? well... save the teenager part. what i really needed, though, was a sequel or at least an update on what happens to Happy Harry Hard-on after the feds cart him off to prison. how long does he serve, being a minor and all? what happens to his life with no high school diploma and just the notoriety of being that kid who had a pirate radio station he pretended to jerk off on? does he end up a 40 year old working at Hot Topic and dining out on stories from his glory days? and what about his accomplice girlfriend (if you could call her that, since they only kissed the one time earlier that night)? does she regret becoming implicated and throwing her life away for some outcast narcissistic male who - by the way - was a complete incel and probably would have gone on a school shooting rampage if it weren't for his fragile male ego being assuaged by his radio popularity. i'm kind of ruining this movie for myself. i had the idea that i would watch this movie every day for the rest of this neverending lockdown and see what new themes emerge for me, or new emotions and responses might be evoked. it's that, or keep pining after some fantasy love story i made up in my head and then left for dust when it got too painful.
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