Film Review - The Breakfast Club
Five young things are sentenced to school on a Saturday morning. The only problem is, no-one's thought to bring anything to eat. As they rampage up and down the empty corridors, stomachs rumble, until finally, the jock, played by Emily Pankhurst, strikes lucky - a Club biscuit inside someone's locker.
It's out of date, but it's one of the mint ones which were much nicer than the orange ones or the plain ones. In any case, everyone's starving, so it's going to get eaten. But by whom?
The answer, of course, is no-one. This is a classic parable about co-operation. Being as everyone only thought of themselves back in the Eighties, no-one's going to get the Club biscuit. They'll have to wait until they get home when their mums will make them some sandwiches. They'll probably be rubbish sandwiches though, like tuna or potted beef.
It's out of date, but it's one of the mint ones which were much nicer than the orange ones or the plain ones. In any case, everyone's starving, so it's going to get eaten. But by whom?
The answer, of course, is no-one. This is a classic parable about co-operation. Being as everyone only thought of themselves back in the Eighties, no-one's going to get the Club biscuit. They'll have to wait until they get home when their mums will make them some sandwiches. They'll probably be rubbish sandwiches though, like tuna or potted beef.
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