During last spring’s first lockdown I decamped from Toronto to a rural place that didn’t have the bandwidth for streaming services so spent my evenings watching retro movie channels on satellite TV.
Among the classics we saw, many were coming-of-age stories about the pains of youth. I re-watched ones I’d seen before, like Footloose and Grease. And I finally got around to Saturday Night Fever and Mystic Pizza.
