There are some people who are like songs. Seeing them, hearing them talk, even thinking about them takes you back to a different time or place. They’re like bookmarks in your life. And inevitably, these people become more like symbols that people.
In fact, sometimes that’s all they are. Twenty-foot-tall symbols of Lloyd celluloid. You don’t know them. At all. But you’ve listened to them say thousands of words. Sometimes you even have their words memorized. Like words to a song you didn’t realize you knew. And yet, even though you’ve never really met them in any kind of reality, they become part of yours. Part of your memories, your past. It’s a little strange.
John Cusack is one of these people. Because he’s been a part of my memory bank ever since Sixteen Candles. (Yes he was in it as Bryce, the nerd. He was no Jake Ryan. But still. I liked him. Felt sorry for him. Would have totally been his friend, borrowed his geometry notes. Potentially kissed him.) Then came The Sure Thing. Liked him more. And then Better off Dead and Lane Meyer. This is when he officially seeped into my brain. Hard.
I think I saw this movie more than 50 times one summer, because to me, at 16, it was beyond hilarious. And somewhere in my subconscious, I know every line said in this entire movie.
Films, books, songs, characters. They’re the soundtracks of our past. Because they get in your head and become you.