Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess and a criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club.
The Breakfast Club is one of those movies I can watch over and over and over again. John Hughes, who wrote and directed it, died today.