Trailers Undone

This is a "let’s get the band back together" story, and a "misfits enter a contest" story, but mostly it’s a Peter Pan story.

Many people in their 30s (and a lot of older people) feel like they’re actually ten or twenty years younger, that life has somehow cheated them of their prime, that their greatest years went by so fast that they couldn’t properly be used. This feeling of missed opportunity corresponds to the way we all feel about the clothing and music that were popular when we were teenagers. At that point in life, there is such a feeling of power and possibility, of reaching for the future, of being the culmination of everything that the world has done before your birth, that there is a certain indelible coolness to everything that surrounds you. No thirteen year-old boy really believes that the clothes he’s wearing, the music he’s listening to, the TV shows he’s watching, the dance steps he’s imitating, will, in a remarkably short period of time, be regarded as ridiculous by the majority of people on earth. And when it does happen, you can’t help feeling betrayed. What happened to the cool - yours, mine, everybody’s?

What happened to the implicit promise that our generation was going to be different, was going to latch on to something that would last?

It doesn’t matter whether the kid was in a coma, or grew rapidly due to some glandular disease, or died and came back to help the son he never knew he had, or what. The conceit is just a device that allows the viewer to transfer his own yearning for the confidence of youth onto the hero, who will take that ball and run with it.

Kickin’ It Old School trailer