I find it really fucked up how many “news” outlets are putting out articles with headlines like “[CELEBRITY]’s Nude Photos Hacked, FBI Investigating”. They aren’t publishing the photos, but they’re basically telling people that they are out there if they want to look. This breach targeted private information and potentially affected a large number of high profile individuals. Leave it at that. Try to not be sleazy and give the people affected some slight sense of privacy back and stop making them trending tags.
That’s just the scaffolding, though, on which the real charm of Empire Records is hung: For those who loved the movie, its indie versus corporate plot was always secondary. It was the movie’s depiction of misfit teens — and the interactions between them, all of which seemed so pregnant with exceptional meaning — that resonated. These characters — a good girl, a slutty girl, a gothy girl, an artist boy, an adorable weirdo, a beatnik, a too-cool rocker, a hippy stoner, a wannabe — with whom nearly any high schooler could identify or toward whom they could direct their desire. It was, as one crew member pointed out, Breakfast Club at the record store — but even weirder.
I love Empire Records.