Spoiler Warning: This discussion has very few spoilers: some set up from the first act, a general idea of the narrative at hand.
"I think they're just worried that some of us are having too good a time."
Anytime someone asks for my favourite film, it’s like asking what my favourite Beatles song is. It changes week to week, but there is always an answer that I am married to as a default answer. It’s Something, by the way. However, more importantly, right now, Dazed and Confused is always my reply to that daunting question. I literally got a Dazed and Confused tattoo yesterday, so there felt like no better time than right now to tune in to Linklater’s very best yet again.
I’ve already said so much about this movie; I love every frame. I think the best way for me to get this across is by enthusiastically saying that I had the best time sitting reciting lines with Pink, Wooderson, Mike, Darla, both Kramers and the rest of this class of Texan teens. The screenplay is just so brilliant, managing to balance so many characters who all have different dynamics with each other and embody different characteristics of high schoolers, all without seeming like dull stereotypes or generalisations of groups. The athletes smoke as much weed as the stoners and dropouts. The freshmen try and keep up with the seniors. The nerds get invited to the parties and get along with the star quarterback. It moves away from the John Hughes outlook of the 80s and moves into this new vision of what adolescence could be.
It’s also the best needle drop movie of all time. I have 3LPs worth of soundtrack music to Dazed and Confused and despite all of that, it’s still missing Hurricane. I mean, setting your opening credits scene and establishing the text’s environment to Sweet Emotion doesn’t get much better for a movie set in ’76. It keeps the whole film moving at this really comfortable pace that manages to make the 100-minute runtime feel like less than an hour. The costume is some of my favourite of all time; the way that Pink’s purple shirt slowly becomes more and more unbuttoned as the night carries on or Wooderson’s white shirt/pink pants combination with his cigarettes rolled into his t-shirt sleeve.
I will always come back to Dazed and Confused, and I don’t think it will falter me over time. I’ve marked my body with this movie for the rest of my life, so I know that it’s never leaving me. It’s my ultimate comfort film; there’s a part of me in it; there’s a part of it in me. I honestly already can’t wait for the next day in my life that feels like a Dazed and Confused day. It could be tomorrow, for all I know.