One Paragraph Movie Review: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

One hundred and forty-fourth film: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I mean. I don’t know what it would be like to dislike this movie. It’s fine to dislike the characters — Ferris is selfish, Jean is bitter, Cameron is wet, all the adults are idiots, and Charlie Sheen is likeable — but not the whole movie. From the moment the ‘Faking Out Parents’ rules are superimposed onto the screen you just surrender to the fact that you’re watching a movie where rich teenagers do a lot of things in Chicago but ultimately don’t engage in a proper recognisable plot. There are more implausible, untied strings than anyone can count, such as what happened when the real Abe Froman Sausage King of Chicago turned up for his lunch booking and the utter ludicrous farce that is Twist and Shout, but ultimately you have to admit you’re having a bloody great time. Even if Cameron is the only character with a story arc, giving rise to a fan theory that Ferris is just a figment of his imagination. Actually, when you really think about it, there’s absolutely nothing to like about this movie. I love it. Five clarinet solos out of five.