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By
Bill Torgerson
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Author of the novel, Love on the Big Screen
Assistant Professor
Institute For Writing Studies
St. John’s University
New York
There’s an old question that goes something like this: does art imitate
life or does life imitate art? In other words, did John Hughes notice
that women often sat in the bleachers pining for the high school
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so he wrote his film
Sixteen Candles, or did it work
the other way? Is it that Hughes wrote Sixteen
Candles and so since 1984, every woman who has ever seen the movie
has had it planted in her subconscious that it’s the quarterback (as
opposed to the right guard, the first trumpet in the band, or the guy
who works on his car after school) who will be the one to save the day
by remembering a birthday and delivering a last-second cake? For those
of you who were quarterbacks or dated quarterbacks, can you speak to the
likelihood that they are of the sort to come through with the thoughtful
and surprise gift more than others?
Like most questions, the answer to this one seems like it could go either
way. It’s a question that I got so interested in that I wrote a novel to
explore its answer. The
book is called Love on the Big Screen,
and it tells the story of a college student whose understanding of love
has been shaped by late-eighties romantic comedies. As for my own life,
as a man, I wouldn’t point to the quarterback story of Jake Ryan and
Samantha Baker. I point to Cusack’s Lloyd Dobler and Ione Skye’s
Diane—whoa!—Court, characters from Cameron Crowe’s 1989 film
Say
Anything. Dobler sees Court in the mall and what follows is his
knightly pursuit of Diane’s love. Eventually, the boy woos the girl
over, and the situations I saw in the film are situations that I tried
to replicate in my life at least two or three times. These pursuits took
up most of my high school and college years. Anyone else had that
experience?
Using my own life as a sort of test-tube experiment, I could conclude that
in my case, life imitated art. However, to
argue with myself (I do that
a lot) I remember that even as a sixth grade student in middle school
(just as I was just becoming aware of the 80s romantic comedies that
would for at least two decades shape my perception of love) I was the
sort of boy who could see a girl and believe I loved her. The latter is
the answer I believe in. Art imitates life, and then art gives us a big
shove in the direction of the life it originally was born from. I
believe John Hughes either walked the hallways of his high school or sat
in the bleachers and watched many of the young ladies of his school fall
for the high school quarterback. Sixteen Candles came after
that. Why Hughes made that quarterback such a nice guy (some of them
definitely are) I’ll never know.