Ally Sheedy's Sweet Left Foot

Ally Sheedy in the parto-necessary lovefest on the films of John Hughes, don't you forget about me, to John Hughes his mself:-

John, thank you for giving me the best role I ever had [talking about The Breakfast Club]. Thank you for showing me what I was capable of. Thank you for watching, for trusting us, for so loving and appreciating every moment. You showed me what a great director can be and can do. I could never even repay you. Thank you for giving me the experience of a lifetime.

I disagree with some of this. First of all, she has the worst role in the film by far. No real smart lines, no great dancing, and a godwaffle makeover scene that almost beclouds the best chamber piece since The Long, the Short and the Tall.

Secondly, just to take the two films before BC and one after, she was provided with, and excelled in, much better roles in Wargames, Oxford Blues and St Elmo's Fire, where it is clear that she has a magnetic screen presence to match and postcede the bests of Broderick, Lowe and assorted Nelsons, Estevezs and McCarthys, that is not tapped at all in BC. Whither the urbane possibilities, the sheckling subalto? Plus the ending, the ending, bending from Bender to subcenterrr.

Much the same magentism, and excelling at the same historical period, Kevin Sheedy:-

Check out the two-finger salute AND the goalkeeper's posing pouch. Sheedy was always described as having a sweet left foot, as if it alone would wine, dine and bed the ladies with its crossing and set-piece abilities. As if it could dextrously (sinisterly) alight the fire of sexual symphonia in the clattering basins of human predonda. Hillary, the family Sheedy doth perumpt me to quip, how bout how I was so much younger then, hand how unforkly I'm older than that new.

As was Ally Sheedy, who was pally not needy, 22/23 at time of BC, already a published author and journalist and who had failed an audition for Ringwald's part in Sixteen Candles, where she had turned up with two black eyes. She also later turned down Kelly McGillis's part in Top Gun, and became addicted to sleeping pills during a relationship with a Bon Jovi guitarist.

Anthony Michael Hall coits on Ally Sheedy- "Ally had such an aura. She loves books, old music, Bob Dylan [see]. At the time [BC filming], she was a big fan of Edie Sedgwick and the whole Warhol period. She was kind of ahead of herself in her eclectic palette of tastes. Ally, to this day, is like an older sister to me" [all this from the book Brat Pack Confidential].

But Anthony MH himself had the most mamazing development. From the geek and the nerd, he became the bully and the fug (later nonentity on SF channel) in many films, as soon as 1990's Edward Scissorhands. I feel a great kinship to this pattern (minus nonentitial), the parital path of another hero, Morrissey slightly, to beefcake bruiser.

Everybody loves chocolate, and the distance from tip of chin to tip of nose, is a challenge to the best of us, hungry hungry hippos borne back ceaselessly into repaste. And Mildred had a cute face, but was no actress, so what beans, Mr Beans?