It is coming upon the 25th anniversary of the release of Joel Schumakers blockbuster, The Lost Boys, starring, as I’m sure everyone knows, Kiefer Sutherland, Brooke McCarter, Billy Wirth, Alex Winter and Corey Feldman and the late but still great, Corey Haim. I first saw this movie when I was 16, as a treat from my mother. It was thanks for helping them move into a new house while my younger sister was at church camp. My mom thought a mother/daughter date would be a great idea. I agreed and promptly begged her to see the Lost Boys which she agreed on. Now this is a big deal….My mother usually HATES scary movies and I threw the word “vampire” around, having seen an article about it in a Fangoria magazine. Something in my voice must’ve softened her, because April 14th, we headed into the small theater with popcorn and orange crush, ready for some sexy vamp goodness. That film just blew me away at that age…Any other vampire movie showed vampires as horrid ugly monsters. Now, TLB were still horrid monsters, but they were attractive……Stil vicious and ready to rip your face off at a moments notice, but when the lead vampire looked at you and smiled cruelly, you smiled back! You were like “Oh, no matter he’s going to kill me, look how CUTE…” bam. Chomp…Nom nom nom, you were a memory.
I’m really excited about this upcoming year…I plan on dedicating a series of videos, and blog entries on this film, and I will be finally meeting some of the actors at the Blood on the Beach convention in Virginia. And who knows? Pictures? Interviews? Hey, I may be getting overambitious, I don’t know….
So why care so passionately about a 25 year old movie that I’m willing to spend 9 hours in my car travelling to celebrate? Well, I can tell you.
High School was horrible for me. I hated going, I dragged my feet getting there and going home wasn’t much better. There were four teenage girls in the same house. If *I* wasn’t batting my parents, one of my sisters were. Drama-rific. How my parents got through it with sanity intact I don’t know. Or maybe they didn’t…Anyway.
At school I was teased picked on, pranked….I had someone send me a dirty valentine, and have a girl threaten to tell the teacher I had porn in my locker. Yep, Nice huh? I had no one to eat lunch with, and more than a few times had to go home in the middle of the day to change my clothes, because someone threw food on me. Or cut my hair because someone threw gum in it and I coulnt’ get it out.
After the Lost Boys? I had pictures. I had the movie on vhs, I had the sound track….Whenever I felt low or like I just couldnt’ take it anymore, I went back to Santa Carla. The Boardwalk held many mysteries (I could only imagine it was like our little small town carnivals, only by a beach) and I could snag a motorcycle ride whenever I wanted. It just cost me my blood. which after taking so much teasing and torment at school, seemed pretty cheap to me.
The Lost Boys didn’t judge me, or care that I dressed unfashionably or didn’t wear makeup one day or wore too much the next day.
They just wanted to have fun, and hang out. But after I started using that as an escape, a funny thing happened.
I stopped caring about what the kids thought. Why not? In my daydreams, in some of my stories, I was a pretty big deal on the boardwalk!
Then someone started sitting with me at lunch…and someone started talking to me in class. A bit suspicious at first, I didn’t think too much of it, but then I got some invitations out…And started making friends.
The kids didn’t magically stop picking on me, but I handled it better than I used to. Then, I went to college and moved on with my life…I was lucky, I made it, I was able to. But I always brought my “boys” with me.
So I owe this movie a lot, and I’m hoping my tributes will be enough payback for what it’s given me.
Jan 20th, 2012.